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- Buy lace underwear and model it around at home. You’re a goddess, own it.
- Realize the fact that if somebody can’t see your virtues doesn’t it mean you don’t have them.
- Pamper yourself. Fill the bathtub with hot water, throw in a bath bomb, jump in, play some music and enjoy. Exfoliate your skin, wash your hair, use a hair mask. Don’t dare to leave the bathroom till you’ve polished every single inch of your body. Try to polish your soul too.
- Remember situations you faced in the past. Realize they’re not a big deal anymore. That bad anxiety you had two months ago suddenly seem so small you might just want to laugh for being so silly, and now it’s over all those tears you cried are the most pointless thing ever. This will happen over and over again, so next time you face a problem remember in a year from now it will be insignificant.
- Go for a walk on your own. Walk aimlessly without a finish line. Come back home when you’re tired, no need to hurry.
- Doodle. Maybe you think you’re doing not so great at living but your watercolors skills are still on point.
- Buy yourself flowers. This one needs no explanation.
- Clean bed sheets are always a good idea.
- Stare at yourself in a mirror after a long nap and admire how glowing, beautiful and dreamy your face looks. Naps work wonders.
- In fact, stare at yourself on a mirror daily. Each time compliment on something. Maybe today you like your hair but don’t enjoy the shape of your lips, but that’s ok because tomorrow you’ll be delighted at how cute your smile is even tho your hair might be a mess. Learn to love you.
- Bake cookies just to eat with your fingers the remaining cookie dough. Everybody knows that’s the best part of baking.
- Forgive yourself.
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alexoutofwater

I spent midnight hours with girls who carried stars in their pockets and could shake the night sky from their hair. Girls with small framed glasses and ponytails slicked back who would read your inner workings like a paperback. Girls who wore blood on their arms and bandanas across their forehead spitting on injustice scribbling a book of names. Beautiful girls. The ones who managed to hold the sun inside their chest. Who would light your life from the inside out. The ones with soft voices who could sing you back to the ocean and show you what it meant to hear moonlight. The pottery girls who treated you like clay, hoping you take shape. Girls better left untouched. Quinoa girls who held their hands outstretched with avocados and shea butter, there to see if you had smiled that day. Island girls with doe eyes who danced for palm trees. The art gallery girls in ripped overalls hanging picture frames inside your chest. Girls who burned their fathers, who spoke loudly but kissed soft. The autumn girls who were crisp apples and fallen leaves. Who listened to the weight of your steps and changed the wind with their fingertips. Broken glass girls who thrived on sharp edges and combat boots who warned of the harvest moon. Lighthouse girls who wouldn’t rest until you were safe in harbor, who tasted of salt and too much time in the sun. Girls who were the sound of chimes on a Midwest porch. Girls who were sunflowers, who were earthquakes, who were highways, who were honeybells, who were cigarettes


-Until Finally There Was You // a.k.g. // 8.13.18


Heavily inspired by @inkskinned’s wonderful work. Wanted to go from where they left off and play with imagery. Thank you for being such a beautiful light. Original:

http://inkskinned.com/post/159651108695/inkskinned-and-girls-were-so-pretty-there-was
inkskinned: “ and girls were so pretty. there was the effortless girls who had the wide eyes, the freckles, the hair pulled back. who didn
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being sad sounds pretty
when the words of a depressed poet seem to know the way to describe their old lover’s fingers tracing circles on their skin
being sad looks pretty
when you see her eyes glistening from tears and the cigarette half hanging from her mouth as the smoke tangles itself around her hair and leaves you trailing the smell until you’re dizzy
but being sad feels ugly
when your heart aches for something that never was or maybe was but will never be again, the yearning for something greater that can never exist
being sad is ugly
not the person who is sad, but the weight that hangs over their head, the addicting quality that makes it so they never escape the grasp it has on their life, like you can never live without it, like a friend
roseflowr, being sad (via wordsnquotes)
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