I woke up today and said, fuck the world! For all the girls struggling with stretch marks, rolls, love handles, fat, jiggles, everything that we are taught to hate, you know what we tell them haters? FUCK you! We have days where we hate ourselves so bad, but it’s only up to ourselves to take away that negative thinking. What is wrong with a fat girl being happy? So today, I’m going to love every jiggle, every curve, every particle of my body. I am going to love everything about my body that others had made me self-doubt my worthiness. My unapologetic fat Asian ass will be dancing, and there’s nothing more beautiful about that.

Sometimes, closure arrives years later. Long after you stopped searching for it. You’re just sitting there, laughing this laugh that is unapologetically yours. As it trails off, the corners of your mouth hug your face and it hits you, ‘I’m happy’. It’s just like that. With no fanfare or epiphany. Suddenly, you are grateful for goodbyes that carried you to this moment; to the space you are now holding.

Friendly reminder that Destiel is technically canon since we have the proof of Castiel’s love for Dean in the Gospel of the Winchester and Dean’s love for Castiel in the original script of season 8

Let that sink in


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We all we got.

This content was birthed out of the need to express my love for the culture.  To represent the beauty that I find in my BLACK A$$ life every single day - as well as the beauty I see in Y’ALL.

The truth of the matter is that… this world hates US (always has, always will).  And it wants us to hate us, TOO.

But, see the way that this melanin is set up… NAH.  


I will continue to believe
in better things.
In a happiness beyond
the mundane living
everyone else prays to.
Because I catch glimpses
of the universe 
in the breeze
blowing on my bare skin
and the trees
bowing down before me
in the wind. 
I write love poems to the dirt
under my feet
and the smiles of strangers
and the sound of laughter.
I close my eyes and I
wish I could dive
deep into the sun.
And I realize
I am here
and I am living
and I am alive. 
So I will continue to believe
in life
and love
and myself.
—  Unapologetically, V.P.
She courageously and unapologetically walked away from everyone and everything that meant her no good.
—  Lalah Delia