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.

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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?

Brendan

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)

Mantra.

(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.

Thomas Fuller (via hierarchical-aestheticism)

This.

If you have no enemies, it is a sign fortune has forgot you.

Lord Byron, “Catallus” from Hours of Idleness

Now having pass’d the gloomy bourne
From whence he never can return,
His death and Lesbia’s grief I mourn,
Who sighs, alas! but sighs in vain.