Be who you are and not who the world wants you to be. Not who you think you should be. Be your beautiful collage of humanity. Be you loud, proud, and brave.
You are a star shining in this world. Do not get tangled up in comparing your light and brightness to that of the other stars. We all shine. We all have light that the world needs. We all add brightness and beauty.
Be who you are. For who you are is worthy, beautiful, significant. Who you are is vital. Who you are is a story we all need written.
You are loved. You are necessary. You are radiant.
Shine in your way. In your style.
Shine bright and true in this life you’ve been given.
Dele Olanubi (via bealightinthedark)
"I am not a problem to fix. And I’m certainly not defective. I am fucking glorious. My darkness always circles back to the light. There is order to my chaos. My heart is broken on a daily basis and for that I am on-my-knees grateful. I am the entitled Ruler of My Own Life, a tender devotee of desire, ancient and newborn, a Medicine Woman Priestess Powerhouse, a Soldier of Love, an Artist of Magnitude. I am important—just because. In a perfect symbiosis of reciprocity, the world needs exactly what I’ve got to give—which is tremendous. My hunger is fierce, divine, and universal. Moreover, it is insatiable—and that is good. I am a portal to Truth, luminous. I am as wide-awake today as I can possibly be. And I am not the only one. I … am … not the only one."
Danielle LaPorte (via onherway)
"Things didn’t work out because, well, greater things were in the works. It’s so difficult while we’re blind and hurting and don’t know which way is up. But, if you have faith in anything, have faith in the fact that the universe has a beautiful way of straightening things out far better than we ever could. You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful– or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to."
I have seen a lot of posts about the ‘anti-homeless spikes’. Everyone is yelling about how horrible it is but not actually doing anything.
There is a petition going on at the moment to get these things off our streets! (x)
Please don’t just get angry about it. I just takes a second to sign the petition and you don’t necessarily have to be from this country. We need 53,000 more signatures! Please help and sign it.
Thank you so fucking much.
im in teaaars
I will never not reblog this because this guy right here is the best example you could ever have for how to care for an animal in need.
Props to this guy. Thank you for doing what the rest of us wernt around for.
"Have sex. Have dirty, raunchy sex. Have sex in the bed, on the counter, in the car, in the bathroom. Have it everywhere. Have passionate love making sex. Fuck. Go slow. Gaze into their eyes. Learn every curve and bump on their body. Learn what makes them quiver. Learn what makes them cum the hardest. Feel their body and fall back in love with them. Just have sex."
"If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away."
Author Unknown (via creatingaquietmind)
"We are not allowed this. We are allowed to be deeply into basketball, or Buddhism, or Star Trek, or jazz, but we are not allowed to be deeply sad. Grief is a thing that we are encouraged to “let go of,” to “move on from,” and we are told specifically how this should be done. Countless well-intentioned friends, distant family members, hospital workers, and strangers I met at parties recited the famous five stages of grief to me: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I was alarmed by how many people knew them, how deeply this single definition of the grieving process had permeated our cultural consciousness. Not only was I supposed to feel these five things, I was meant to feel them in that order and for a prescribed amount of time."
Cheryl Strayed (via creatingaquietmind)