Twenty-Something or Nothing?

This blog is essentially a love letter to myself.

Please note that none of the content featured on this blog belongs to me unless explicitly stated.

••Home, Sweet, Home•• Creations™ Who? Me. Potent "Quotables" D.I.Y. Moving Pictures Ask me anything

Rupi Kaur (via aestheticintrovert)

(via foxxxynegrodamus)

i shiver at the thought of
falling in love with a
tiny part of someone
and mistaking it
for the whole

Bianca muthafuckin Del Rio

I was raised by wolves, bitch; I’m surviving and my shit’s together.

Brenda Ann Spencer

I don’t like Mondays.

M.C. Escher (via nevver)

(via nevver)

Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it’s in my basement, let me go upstairs and check

 Iyanla Vanzant (via laughing-trees)

(Source: thestufflifeismadeof, via foxxxynegrodamus)

Comparison is an act of violence against the self.

The only comforting thing about aging is mastering your craft.

(Source: stephaniesarley)

I was reared by shade. My family tree casts such a dark shadow.

Is that a photo of your forearm in basketball shorts?


Oh my God, dude. You need to trim your shoulders.
Street Urchin:What time is it?
Me:Uh, quarter past 11:00.
SU:I just had to ask 'cause you don't usually see a strut like yours until after dark. You got a night-time walk, gurh!

Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.z (via girlsjunk)


(via vi0lettae)

Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
I’m looking for a brown woman with thick brows and thighs to match.


All you want in a man is broad shoulders and a fat ass.

Iain Thomas (via rabbitinthemoon)

(via seapotion)

It doesn’t hurt because if you keep hurting the same part of you again and again and again, the nerve endings all die. And when that happens, that part of you goes numb. That’s why it doesn’t hurt. Don’t be proud of it.