" A perfect girl is not real ...a real girl is not perfect"
So I'm just me and I'm fine with that.
Here you'll find mostly a collection of images and quotes of other artists I like. I take no credit for the quotes or pictures I post, unless they are my own.
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Quote reblogged from Book Quotes. with 4 notes
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.
Source: greatbookquotes
Post reblogged from hear my beaten heart exclaim with 475 notes
one day, maybe, i’ll tell you all my shy things.
Source: loveyourchaos
Audio post reblogged from Perfectly Imperfect with 49 notes - Played 544 times
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Jónsi - Gathering Stories
And then I heard you
You made me long for
To be a part of
Something that I can’t see
Ah, let this be, oh
Something that I can’t fear
To be a part of
The story belongs to you
Something you said was
About a pen and a paper
It can’t always write in
It is something you have to do
Gathering stories
A story belongs to you
They say that it’s gone now
You know that I disagree
I barely hear you
Sitting in this corner
So take me in to
Turn the radio
To all our favorite songs
Something is growing
On little pieces
And watch in a moment
So care if we’re falling
Source: julie911
Quote reblogged from holocene with 7,451 notes
Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you are not.
Source: thelittlephilosopher
Quote reblogged from holocene with 1,309 notes
when you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. you give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. and when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. it leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. what is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? that no one can love you? to have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?”
— sherrilyn kenyon
Source: atomos
Quote reblogged from hear my beaten heart exclaim with 2,274 notes
My body is not a representation of my failures, sins, or mistakes. My body is not a sign that I am in poor health, or that I am not physically fit. My body is not up for public discussion, debate or judgment. My body is not a signal that I need your help or input to make decisions about my health or life. My body is the constant companion that helps me do every single thing that I do every second of every day and it deserves respect and admiration. If you are incapable of appreciating my body that is your deficiency, not mine, and I do not care. Nor am I interested in hearing your thoughts on the matter so, if you want to be around me, you are 100% responsible for doing whatever it takes to keep those thoughts to yourself. If you are incapable of doing that I will leave and spend my time with people who can treat me appropriately. Please pass the green beans.
Source: supersandys-space
Photo reblogged from I Love Charts with 3,230 notes
Fact of the Day #102: Chocolate is good for you.
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Source: googlygooeys.com
“I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”
The Perks of Being a Sunflower
Quote reblogged from ♥ with 4 notes
In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolia hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth„ and wait for it to pass. And it would pass- but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.
Source: smalltownhearts
Audio post reblogged from Robot Heart with 55 notes - Played 356 times
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Same Changes - The Weepies
Source: chancesformusic
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