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“She is a paradox. She is committed and yet relaxed. She loves everyone, and yet no one. She is sociable and also a loner. She is gentle and yet tough, she is passionate but also platonic. In short she is predictable in her own unpredictability.”

— (via purplebuddhaquotes)

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“I’m tired of hurting and I’m tired of being tired.”

-me

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Indoor swimming pool at Umaid Bhawan Palace

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Stevie photographed during a Fleetwood Mac concert in 1978.

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Via @ bethanjroberts

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@plantaury: What’s one thing you would change about the music industry that would make it more inclusive? 

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Things I Need:

1. An orgasm 2. Attention 3. $50,000

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Here, I am happy.

Here, I'm happy. Here I stand, five foot five, Charlie Brown vans, blue ripped jeans with green grass stains right below the knee rips, flowing white tube top, long rapunzel brown hair laying on my smooth back. I am at peace. Peace with that the realization that the people I have surrounded myself with uplift my spirits and make me feel more at home than I have ever have felt. All my life I felt that I was the messed up kid who's grandmother would pick her up from the airport, and the first thing she'd bring up is my weight. How I was over weight, my clothes were ragged and not fit for my "glowing baby" face. My weight since I could chew foods has been an issue, walking around the school yard I was the chubby girl, I was the unathletic girl, the one who liked the boy who could run a mile under 6 minutes. I was the over weight girl who sat in class and asked if anyone had an extra quarter so I could buy a bag of deliciously hot chips that would be make me feel less empty inside, filling the void where the love and acceptance was supposed to be. I was thick girl who walked around, whose ass stopped every boy in his tracks, watching as my hips swayed side to side, looking back smiling because those were the boys who called me fat. Laughing because the girls who made fun of my yellow, but now white teeth, my stomach, but now voluptuous body say I am the girl who has all eyes on her. Here, now, I am happy, because I have finally accepted myself for what I know best, being comfortable not only in my body, but in my environment due to the fact I let go of all the harsh knives that pierced my brain, and slowly diminished my self love, because now I love myself more than I have ever, because now, Here, I am happy.