p.s. stay vegan until i return.
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and I know I'm indestructible
May 28
if kurt cobain saw all you hipster douchebags wearing nirvana shirts to look cool, he’d kill himself again.
(Source: thepenis-vaginaway)
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May 27
May 26
I wish I could draw, so I could draw a picture of you, a perfect cartoon likeness and hang it on my wall for when you’re not around to hold me. I wish I could sing, so I could write a song and sing it for you, strum along on the guitar and watch your eyes light up as you realise that this is yours, all yours, for you forever and always. I wish I could dance, so that I wouldn’t shy away when you tried to sweep me off my feet.
I wish we could somehow run away, to a hotel room in Vegas with mirrors on the ceiling and flowers in my hair, to disappear just you and I, to get to know you like the faint lines on your fingertips.I guess life’s full of wishful thinking.
Via, iloveyoulessthanpunk
May 25
20 Summer Smoothie Recipes
Watermelon Frosty
Grapefruit Pink Smoothie
Strawberry Lemonade Frosty
Pinkie Sweet Pomegranate Smoothie
Citrus Frosty
Peaches and Cream Smoothie
Fresh Orange Juice Smoothie
Peachy Hemp Protein Smoothie
Peachy Lychee Daiquiri
Calm Chamomile Smoothie
Pina Avocado Smoothie
Kiwi Basil Smoothie
Blue Acai Smoothie
Blueberry Kickstart Smoothie
Berry-Cado Smoothie
Strawberry Banana Smoothie
Blueberry Coconut Water Frosty
Dark and Frosty Acai Smoothie
Almond Butter Shake
Chocolate Chai Shake
(Source: now-do-it-fitspo)
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May 22
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May 15
No single person should ever have the power to make you forget, or even question who you are. No-one should ever be important enough to change yourself for, unless you genuinely believe that you’re changing yourself for the better, to further your own happiness, never to please a partner or a friend.
It is so important to have a sense of self strong enough that even if someone walks away and tries to take a part of you with them, you cling onto it for dear life and maintain everything that makes you sparkle, no matter how much it may hurt.
Via, iloveyoulessthanpunk
“But isn’t that narcissistic, only believing in yourself?”
When asked about my beliefs, I am often faced with the above reaction. My answer, of course, is no, no and NO. So many people ask me, how can you believe in yourself? Why should I believe in myself? My honest reaction, is how can you not?
Humanity is so fucking incredible. We’ve shown our power not only through destruction, but by all of the incredible deeds that individuals have done over our history, and the difference those people have made to the entire world. Some people counter this with how we’re slowly destroying the planet; but look what we’ve managed to do with our time here. It’s not about ignoring the negatives, it’s about striving for something more, something better, and drawing inspiration from the people who have managed to make this race we call humanity quake in its boots and change; the people who live life properly, the people who’ll be remembered forever.If no-one believed in themselves, we would have nothing.
If Martin Luther King Jr. didn’t believe in himself, do you think he’d have been able to convince so many people to stand up with him, to stand up and fight for their cause and demand their rights? Hell no. He’d have just stayed in bed and kept on living the life of a second class citizen in a society where no-one gave a shit.
There are so many examples of this that I could spout, but then we’d be here all day and the point would probably get lost amongst my admiration for all of the bright shining people who have made this world a world I want to live in. Instead, I’ll say this -Believe in yourself because no matter what you choose to do in life, you have the power to be the very best at it, to own your own life and your own confidence, and to do the absolute best that you can.
Believe in yourself because someone, somewhere along the line won’t have believed in you, and the best and only thing you can do with that attitude is to prove it wrong and put those people on their asses, wowed with how brilliant you can be.
Believe in yourself because people love you, count on you, look up to you and want to see you succeed.
Believe in yourself because you’re fucking fabulous. You’re here for a reason and you have it in your power to make that reason, the thing that drives you, you have the power to make that into reality.Life is for living, not for wishing away on the idea of heaven.
Via, iloveyoulessthanpunk
May 14
» Daisy Lola; peaches & cream: It all feels really tedious.
This eat, shit, die mentality that I’m surrounded with, where no-one seems to care about the contribution that they make to this world as long as nothing’s difficult for them. If you’re taking the easy path, you’re taking the wrong path. If life is a breeze for you, then it is guaranteed that you could be doing something more, something better, pushing yourself and striving for something, anything to break the mundanity. But no, no-one wants to push themselves to their limits, everyone’s too comfortable within the confines of their own boring, apathetic lives. It’s not even laziness - laziness can be cured, one can be jolted out of laziness and into one’s full capacity for greatness; apathy is an ongoing condition where one just doesn’t care. How can people not care? How can these boring fucking girls I work with be fine to just get paid to sell clothes for the rest of their lives, never shaking anything up or doing anything special at all? It niggles at me, it makes me confused, I will never fully comprehend the way that so many people settle for mediocrity.
I wonder if it’s a fear of failure. But how can it be? I’m terrified of failing but still I try. Still I write, still I plan, still I plot and still I cultivate ideas and dreams in my head and still, even when it seems a waste, still I do these school assignments and force myself to finish this novel that maybe no-one will ever read but at least I can say that I wrote. I’m scared shitless of failure, but how could I let that stop me?I’d rather say that I tried my hardest and failed, than never tried at all. I’d rather know that I pushed and pushed and wrote and shoved my meaningless fiction down the throats of anyone who might possibly make a difference, that I put my everything into something and came out empty handed… I’d rather KNOW I wasn’t good enough, and move on, than live my whole life wondering.
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