true beauty isnt about how clear your skin is. true beauty isnt about how thin your legs are or how tiny your waist is. true beauty is about how kind you are and how you treat people
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“Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.”
— Charles Bukowski
Post 10 gifs from your favorite movies without revealing their titles, and tag 10 people.
tagged by @totesnotagnome . thank you.* i won’t tag 10 people though.
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Sometimes I just like to be quiet. I’m not in my feelings. I’m not in a mood. nothing is wrong..I’m literally just enjoying and embracing the silence. Don’t take it personal I’m just chillin.
May you always have enough for rent.
and enough left over for food and transportation
And your bills.
Amen.
And some just for yourself and personal needs
And some for unexpected emergencies and paid drills
When you share really personal shit about urself and it’s fine in the moment and u feel good but like three hours later you’re like why did I say that?????? and your brain is literally flicking the lights on and off screaming welcome to hell!!! welcome to hell!!!
“In my personal experience, women raise their voices because they feel like they aren’t being listened to. Men raise their voices because they feel like they aren’t being obeyed”
I want this tattooed on my face
“The most toxic thing you can do to yourself is to let too many people know about your personal life”
— (via lomasdope)
“When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”
— Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies
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