treat yourself like you’re a gem fusion
find the parts of yourself that you love and fucking date them
wake up in the morning and think “i am a beautiful experience”
treat yourself like there’s a person inside you that you want to protect and cradle.
treat yourself like your love makes you super fucking powerful and amazing
self-love
TO ALL MY BROWN AND BLACK LADIES
StandardYOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
FUCK WHAT A FUCK NIGGA THINK
CONTINUE TO PROSPER ON THESE HOES
LOVE YOURSELF FIRST AND FOREMOST
AND EVEN IF YOU DONT LOVE YOURSELF
I LOVE YOU
OKAY ?
OKAY
Learn to put on your bracelets and zip up your dresses by yourself. There will be times when you will be alone.
Get on a long plane ride. Look out the window. Understand the immensity of our world. Understand your insignificance. Understand your absolute importance.
Press the send button. If you don’t say it now, you never will.
Do not sneer at happiness or roll your eyes at sadness. Be aware that apathy is not healthy.
You are more than the amount of people who want to have sex with you.
That pit in your stomach when he doesn’t text you back, it shouldn’t be there. No one should be able to control you like that.
Shopping is cathartic. Buy the shoes and deal with one-ply toilet paper for a while.
It will get better, but it will never be perfect. Learn to live through the small moments of happiness. When they disappear, remember they will resurface.
I promise that cookie will not change anything (except that it will make you smile).
Please, please, take care of yourself. You are everything to somebody. You are everything to your self. That alone is enough.
things to remember (via bl-ossomed)
It’s gross as fuck to tell people that no one will love them until they love themselves. Loving yourself is hard. Listen: you are loved, you are worthy of love and respect, and you can be loved even on the days when you see nothing in yourself to love.
I don’t get these posts that go like “part of me wants to be a hot girl at the bar and the other part of me wants to read and sip tea in a bookstore”
like you can wear red lipstick and a leather jacket and sip tea and dance in the rain and go to the gym and curl up in bed and get turnt the fuck up and go to church
you can literally have it all sis
the world is yours
You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard.
Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.
T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via stellablu)