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this is so sweet.

this is so sweet.

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You may think that you need a particular other person to be complete, or a specific job to be successful, or some other emotional or physical gratification to be happy. That is when you may wish to notice that you are here, right now, without it. Why, then, do you think you need it? Close examination will reveal that you do not need it, not even to be happy.

The irony is that when you move into happiness with or without that person or situation that you imagine you needed, you put yourself in a much better position to attract that person or situation. That is because happiness attracts. It is like a magnet. It is the highest energy, next to love. Indeed, happiness is love, felt. The trick, then, is to be happy before you have what you think you need in order to be happy. Do not wait until after you receive it—or you may never receive it.

— Neale Donald Walcsh (via moreofamore)

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ecstasy-sex-without-latex:

alittlepieceofinsane:

This isn’t some tan girl covered in makeup with perfectly straight hair and a perfect smile. This is a girl with Pfeiffer Syndrome, who has had bangs her whole life to hide her forehead and struggles everyday to be okay with looking this way. She’s had several surgeries and will have a couple more. she can’t wear makeup much, her eyes are sensitive. Her jaw is misaligned. Her forehead is too thick and has to be shaven down. Her cheekdowns have to be moved forward by surgery. when she was four she had something called a ‘halo’ which was a metal circle screwed into her skull and jaw.
though she fought through it medically, she struggles everyday with the emotional sideeffects. she doesn’t look like her family or her friends. she may never look normal. she has depression and eating issues because of what she has had to accept about herself. she has done awful things to be pretty.
nobody ever sees her without makeup or without bangs.
until now.
She, is me.
and if I make your blog ugly, than don’t reblog this. but if you can be one of the few people in my life who I know are fully comfortable with it, than reblog this so people know.
you are beautiful. even if you don’t realize it, you are. everyone is,

omg you ARE beautiful

ecstasy-sex-without-latex:

alittlepieceofinsane:

This isn’t some tan girl covered in makeup with perfectly straight hair and a perfect smile. This is a girl with Pfeiffer Syndrome, who has had bangs her whole life to hide her forehead and struggles everyday to be okay with looking this way. She’s had several surgeries and will have a couple more. she can’t wear makeup much, her eyes are sensitive. Her jaw is misaligned. Her forehead is too thick and has to be shaven down. Her cheekdowns have to be moved forward by surgery. when she was four she had something called a ‘halo’ which was a metal circle screwed into her skull and jaw.

though she fought through it medically, she struggles everyday with the emotional sideeffects. she doesn’t look like her family or her friends. she may never look normal. she has depression and eating issues because of what she has had to accept about herself. she has done awful things to be pretty.

nobody ever sees her without makeup or without bangs.

until now.

She, is me.

and if I make your blog ugly, than don’t reblog this. but if you can be one of the few people in my life who I know are fully comfortable with it, than reblog this so people know.

you are beautiful. even if you don’t realize it, you are. everyone is,

omg you ARE beautiful

alittlepieceofinsane

I want to have a family with you.
Cute little babies, average house, average life. I just want to be your wife. I want to be the mother of our children. I want you to be my husband, nobody else but you. I want us to have babies, name how many. Kidding aside, I want to spend the rest of my life with the one I love. I want to bake you cookies, cook dinner for you, sleep with our angels, everything. We will go to amusement parks with our babies. We will celebrate their birthdays each year. We will go to our dream places together. We will be together forever.

I want to have a family with you.

Cute little babies, average house, average life. I just want to be your wife. I want to be the mother of our children. I want you to be my husband, nobody else but you. I want us to have babies, name how many. Kidding aside, I want to spend the rest of my life with the one I love. I want to bake you cookies, cook dinner for you, sleep with our angels, everything. We will go to amusement parks with our babies. We will celebrate their birthdays each year. We will go to our dream places together. We will be together forever.

thelovebible

I promise myself

I won’t ever love this hard again.

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