““Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.””
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The Road Home - German Vineyards - October 2k20
oh to be called "my love" by your favourite person in the whole world
sometimes toxic people don’t know they’re being toxic. sometimes hurtful people don’t know they’re being hurtful. so tell them. let them know. and if they are still toxic and still hurtful, then drop them. you gave them a chance. multiple, probably. but they chose to continue doing something they knew you didn’t like. at that point, you don’t owe them an explanation, you owe yourself peace of mind.
you literally aren't equipped to care about every possible opinion on this planet. your mother telling you you're beautiful isn't a lie, your friend telling you your art is cool isn't biased. the fact you have people around you to tell you you're doing great means you've been socialized properly. the douche on instagram or tumblr ain't cooking your dinner, bringing you your pjs to the hospital or giving you a lift home. you aren't psychologically equipped to give a shit about as many opinions as social media expose you to. we have never been more exposed to other ppl's opinions and that's what's making us depressed. you care, and that's natural, we have been programmed to care what other people think. but no one is lying when they say they think you're great, they do think that. remember that, repeat that and embrace that.
I was toxic to some, I was a blessing to others. Others I healed, others I hurt. I'm willing to admit that I wasn't always right.
“I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature… All of this is art to me.”
— (via iycii)
I want to fuck a girl rough and make her happy
I crave intimacy... but I don’t want temporary people touching my mind, body, or soul.
