The only person you owed any apologies to was yourself, woman.
It’s a-lot-a-bit your own fault for sitting down and shutting up for so long though. Going to such extreme lengths to be nice isn’t worth years, so cut it out. Get a little fiesty. It’s okay. It’s time to say what you mean and mean what you say, and no, don’t hold it in any longer.
Just try not to shout.
My sex drive died. I’m not sure what happened to her but she’s totally checked out. It’s so great though! Seriously! It’s like being a kid again. Why don’t we promote this!? WHY IS EVERYONE STILL DOING IT!? GOML (Get on my level, duh)
People like different things. Who cares?
I’ve always been strange looking. Maybe a little ugly, but I think mostly just strange. And, this used to be what triggered a lot of issues (reactions to insecurities) in my life. But recently I’ve come to love this strangeness about myself, enough to recognize it as beauty. The rapid evolution of our perspectives that occurs in our heads in our early twenties is scary and empowering all at once. I imagine if I were a baby bird, this must be what it feels like to jump out of that nest for the very first time. Your confidence must consume you.
I’ve become one of those people who only posts complimentary close ups of themselves as a profile picture over and over with little vari-whhhho cares.
Hemingway (via cicconeyouthh)
Fuck you Hemmingway. That’s possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever read.