When they try to paint you as a victim when you have fought to survive remember this: Persephone was the Queen of the Underworld and she wore her crown well. Still, people would rather see her as kidnapped damsel in distress instead of what she was, the powerful dark Goddess of Hell.
Nikita Gill
Whatever I put in my body is none of your business.
Never tell someone what to eat or what to fuck. It’s hella rude.
the best part about being in your 20’s is slowly caring less and less about what people think of you and surrounding yourself with good people
the worst is that I’m broke
(via malachitemercury)
I wrote you down a letter before I went to sleep, it had all the secrets I could no longer keep.
I held them in for so long I was going to break, but maybe now I can rest and you will lie awake.
I love her so much
This tiny fragile human.
My best friend.
I love everything about her from the way she’ll cry at the drop of a hat whether you bought her something Harry Potter related, or she heard some sad news, to the way she sometimes goes months without crying because she’s so heartbroken the tears won’t come. It’s like she weeps too much for other people’s sadness and troubles that she can’t be bothered to mourn her own.
I love the way she’s so educated and passionate about her beliefs but rarely explains them to anybody because she’s just so content with her own opinion she doesn’t feel the need to spell it out for someone who probably won’t listen anyway.
She laughs when she’s mad. She can’t explain a story where she’s gotten angry about something without slightly chuckling, like it’s so foreign for her to be pissed off at something.
She’s so beautiful, she has these little freckles, sometimes she even draws more on, she has such fine features and this smile that’s contagious. She’s so kind, so loving and genuinely puts herself out to help others for no reason other than she’s capable. I’m so lucky to have her in my life.
It’s not that you look at me, it’s that I think you’re actually seeing me and that is terrifying. It’s such a naked feeling when someone is looking at your skin but you can feel their stare on your soul.
I just can’t.
