All the time. I don’t tend to do things by halves - it’s normally up under the armpits, or not even a toe-dip. And it applies to the big stuff as much as it does the small things, like, how I love to spread Marmite thicker over the crusts of my my toast so that I get to indulge for three mouthfuls and then regulate for two. (via papertissue)
I could write so many words, but instead I’ll just say this. One day.
Quite. I spend my life feeling inadequate about how I look. I will probably continue to do so. I wish I didn’t.
I’m pretty sure I’ve posted this before but it still makes so much sense. Be okay with it all. It’s called balance.
(via gatekeeper)
This is my kind of artwork.
(via jesseekkah)
This picture reminds me of two things. 1. Turning your face up to meet the rain - which is something I strongly adhere to - especially that heavy, hot, fat rain. 2. A conversation I had with a friend about feeling a little out of sorts - I think I said something about her situation being like a snowdome, where her sparks were just nestled, waiting or needing something to come along and shake them up.
(via theindiehippie)
… and sometimes, once you’ve given everything else a chance, it’s the only thing to do. But sometimes, just sometimes, holding on is worth it.
I’d love to disagree with this - I’d up the ‘make her laugh’ segment, as well as the ‘be yourself’… but hell, the mysterious thing does work.
A universal truth? I know it’s certainly my truth.
Now this is what I call a garden feature. I defy anyone not to want to sit astride one of them. I defy!