Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
Fuck hating your body. Let’s have 2015 be the year we promote self love. Love your pudgy tummy. Love your dimply butt. Love your thick thighs. Love your stretch marks, acne, and scars. Love every inch of that beautiful body. Love your hair and cellulite and weird curves and freckles. Lets start a fucking revolution.
i miss that feeling when the sun hits your skin and everything feels so still and warm and soft i want spring
I want summer, my freckles, lighter hair, darker skin, lots of fruits to eat in the sun and long warm nights with thousands of stars above me
And there is so much to fucking live for kid. The feeling of warm sand between your toes and the smell of freshly baked cookies. The sound of your dog’s feet as she runs to meet you at the door and the taste of ice cold water on a hot summers day. Driving down the highway with your best friends singing at the top of your lungs and falling asleep in your lovers arms. Watching the sun set from the top of tall apartment buildings and the way the world feels clean after a thunderstorm. New books and old movies and that cafe you go to when you want to escape. Roses and oversized sweaters and clean sheets and long baths and pizza. Goddamn pizza. There is just so much to fucking live for kid.
i miss that feeling when the sun hits your skin and everything feels so still and warm and soft i want spring
My goal in life is to be one of those people who are just light. You see them and you suddenly feel so warm inside and all you want to do is hug them. And they look at you and smile with the warmest light in their eyes…. and you love them. maybe not in a romantic way but you just want to be close to them and you hope some of their light transfers onto you.
i love when you’re sitting next to someone you like and your thighs accidentally touch but they don’t move it they just kind of leave it there so your legs are touching it’s cute
Has anyone ever noticed how people only love the ocean when the sun is out? Once darkness settles, breeze kicks in, and sharks come out to play - no one wants to swim among it’s waves. And I hope I have never made someone feel like that… As if they’re only admirable in light. As if their darkness wasn’t worth exploring. Because it’s when the sun sets that I sit on the shore, and stare at the ocean in awe.
i need to fall back in love
find one who always makes my body warm
find one who always holds me up
myself
