words to live by – beberequin

cashmerebambi:

be extra. do it for marie antoinette.

tickettoridevintage:

Woodstock Festival, 1969. Stills from the documentary film Woodstock (1970).

(Via)

warm-suggestions:

note to self: don’t hold in the compliments you want to give people

dykeboots:

tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.

rosecrystal:

when margaret atwood said “the desire to be loved is the last illusion. give it up and you will be free”

evilsupplyco:

Do not allow an ordinary world convince you that you are not a strange, magical creature.

mjalti:

I know it sounds fake but you really do have a lot of silent lovers on this planet who look at you and wish they had your smile or your hair color or your humor or your intellect or your intentions or your heart, your manners, your eyes, your ease, even just you. People who are too shy to tell you what they admire about you or what they wish for you or who they see themselves becoming bc of you & they’re too shy to tell you. even tho it isn’t verbalized, the universe has still heard and the universe has loved you for helping out on its creations. You’re that person. You’re you.

lifeinpoetry:

I want you to know that your femaleness
is not weakness. I want you to wear

your heart like a crown.

—

E. Kristin Anderson, from “Poem for My Niece on Her Brother’s First Birthday,” published in FIVE:2:ONE