When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
Kim McMillen (via jaeboogie)
Thought for the day!
It’s like drowning but you just won’t fucking die.
I’m saving all my beauty for tonight, that’s why I look gross right now, lol
Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells, and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower, both strange and familiar.
Dusty Springfield in New York City, 1964.