See this… this is how it’s done.

No “you don’t look chunky, you look beautiful.”
No “you don’t look chunky” at all.

Just complete acceptance. Yeah, you look how you do, and how you look is beautiful. Mama gets it.

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Excuse me,
I never asked to be born.
Face it,
you never wanted me either.

What’s funny is
the years came easy,
like how every youthful breath used to be “Let’s go”,
every childish grin “I love you”.

But the days were harder—
mid-July bike rides up a sledding hill
only to stumble over a body defined by growing pains,
feet not yet big enough for my shoes
to end up a pile of “No more”,
knees scraped in the shape of “What were you thinking?”,
mouth full of grass withered,
regret so filthy I had to wash it out with “I told you so’s”.

Forgive me,
I’ve forgotten if things were ever okay.
Though the pictures tell me otherwise,
all plastered smiles and “Whose birthday was it again?”.

The thing is,
I stopped trying.
The thing is,
I learned it from you.
The thing is,
you make it hard for me to breathe
and not the good kind—
the heaving-chest kind,
labored by unsaid apologies and disastrous pride
under the weight of the goodbye you won’t let happen.
The thing is,
you’re still here.
And the thing is,
you shouldn’t be.
The thing is,
I can’t keep up.
The thing is,
I just won’t.

No, the real thing is,
you won’t listen.
You never have.

I forgot how to love you or perhaps I never knew how


Melissa May - “To The Stranger” (WoWPS 2014)

"I was not born knowing how to hate this body. Dear stranger, I learned. Dear stranger, I unlearned.”

This woman never ceases to amaze us. Creating all the beauty out of negativity.

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I feel like you should all watch this. Just persevere for a minute or so.

wow this is honestly unbelievable

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Your body is the house you grew up in, how dare you try to burn it to the ground.
Sierra Demulder (via larmoyante)

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You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)

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when someone unfollows me

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hey sorry im late i didnt want to come

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people who always change their opinions to match with someone elses  


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All of a sudden
I miss everyone
even the ones
who are not gone

The Joy of Being Alive | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

wanna cry wanna die 

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The potatoes have escaped

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I really don’t care what kind of blogs you have, This deserves a reblog

man the last image really got me..

This is important fuck your petty bullshit

damn hits you right in the heart.

This gets me every damn time

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