I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.
Vincent van Gogh (via nasahistory)
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Being a woman is hard af.
No boobs? Damn. Grow some. Boobs? Cover yourself. You’re so vulgar. No ass? Everyone will laugh at you for it. Ass? Well, better cover yourself cause you don’t wanna draw attention to that booty, right? Short? You need to wear those heels. Tall? Damn. You cannot be taller than men. Also, never wear heels. Skinny? Gotta gain weigh cause no one likes bones. Chubby? Eat healthy!!!! Nobody likes fat bitches. You like makeup? Hell no. Taking you swimming on the first date. No makeup? Please, take care of yourself. Don’t be so lazy.
We, women, are constantly shamed for everything so we, as well, might do whatever we want.
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Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.
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Night thinking.
Day dreaming.
Unknown (via mostfaequotes)
If you relate to being an introvert, follow me @introvertunites.
im amazing but im not for everybody
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the cutest paw u’ll ever see
painting clouds on a sunny day in my overalls.. what could b better?? :~)
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Kate Moss for Calvin Klein back in 1994
don’t you find it beautiful- the way of us, humans- the way we write to be heard by heartless leaders we once voted, the way we sing to condemn the stranger who once stole our innocence, the way we paint in depth and blues to explain what we must have felt or what we were feeling on sunsets, the way we subconsciously crease the spaces between our foreheads when we’re upset and anxious over spilled boxes of milks, the way we laugh over lame jokes with wrinkles showing up all over, funny things happening to our noses, and the croaking laughters far-reaching even the other buildings, the way we speak of vulnerable words and do such careless gestures when intoxicated by alcohol and marijuana; so fragile and feeble, the way we change inevitably to become the better version of our yesterdays, the way we click right after a short conversation about a certain group of people who knows how to dance or sing (they call it a band), the way we make things to keep us safe, to help others, and to build a portal of hope for the wrecked and hapless, the way our tears flow when given a porridge or when our hearts were touched by souls so kind and warm, the way we learn the art of healing our own tired and broken soul without the help of other people, the way we differ the varieties of “ahhs” when tired, sad, angry, shocked, delighted, the way our hearts quicken their paces when touched by a significant other and the way we hope time loses its hands when talking with a sunshine to make it last forever- the way we do things, the way we are, it’s beautiful isn’t it?
why do we always make things so god damn complicated (via sunnyprims)
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we are sick of hiding
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