do me a favour. if a person wearing a long sleeved shirt or a sweatshirt and jeans on a hot day, don’t comment on it. don’t ask why they’re wearing it. don’t say anything at about it.
trust me, they know it’s hot, they know. but their reason for wearing what they’re wearing probably far outweighs the temperature outside.
this is so god damn important
Tears are words that need to be written.
— paulo coelho (via alexandraelle)
may your edges be full and bountiful
may your hair always stay moisturized
may your brow game strengthen with every coming day
may your knees and elbows never be ashy
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
— Warsan Shire (via aprill-showers)