every female blogger is the tumblr version of princess diana

A teenager who signed up for something she didn't fully comprehend, had her needs neglected until she started lashing out at the people around her, could simultaneously do no wrong in the eyes of the public and constantly had her privacy violated to sate her follower's desire for juicy details, hailed as a fashion icon even though most of what she wore wasn't that impressive or groundbreaking, unable to escape the vaneer of purity in her public image that disguised the fact that she was a human person with flaws, and eventually afforded no dignity even in death?

so what if im in love with you mind ur own business

No one else cares for your success (as much as their own) so you have to care. You have to force yourself to get up early, you have to force yourself to turn your phone off and revise, you have to force yourself to workout, you have to care for the whole world because no one else cares until they start seeing results. And they won’t ever see your results if you don’t care enough first. It’s your life, they are your goals, your dreams, it will be your success but it has to be your effort and your work first and foremost x

boss dropped out of the zoom meeting cause his cat has learned how to unplug the desktop computer when he’s hungry

Direct action.

“i’m the main character” girl you’re the unreliable narrator

let’s say hypothetically, you got a fast car…….and let’s say hypothetically for the sake of the debate……i want a ticket to anywhere

miracles in february. wealth in february. love in february. comfort in february. laughter in february. bliss in february. success in february. friendship in february. beauty in february. joy in february. harmony in february. blessings in february. balance in february. soul in february.

i think love is revolutionary because when done right, it allows for accountability, for growth, for healing, for laughter, for joy, for connection, for touch, for coming home. maybe it is foolish of me, even a little stupid to think of it as such but when done right, when honoured, when fulfilled, when prepared and boiled and served well, it truly does magic, it truly changes lives, it nourishes, it feeds, it gives hope, hope, so much of it.

Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.

not gonna risk scrolling past this

here’s the link to the article if anyone wants to read the full thing: https://www.rookiemag.com/2014/03/the-art-of-waiting/

"my child is fine" your child is still running their tumblr blog from middle school