December 4, 2013 at 11:13 PM
You're not pretty.
Wasn’t it you who held off a surrender Answered:
I am Courtney. I have hair the color of my mothers and skin the color of my fathers. I have the Irish green eyes of my fathers grandmother and the native nose of my mothers Seminole-Creek father. My hands have written thousands of poems. My face has been scarred by acne, my ears have listened to EVERY cruel comment someone made about it. My lips have been kissed by people I think about every day.
My skin is skewed with stretchmarks and tattoos and scars.
You’re right. I am not pretty. There is so much more to me than a 6 letter word used to summarize beauty.
"Pretty" is a shallow, vague word.
Best reply EVER to a bullshit coward anon
December 4, 2013 at 10:27 PM
Just a friendly reminder that animals will FUCKING KILL YOU given the chance.
except the manatee. the manatee just wanted to say hi
December 4, 2013 at 5:03 PM
My favourite Christmas carol is silent night because of the line “holy infant, so tender and mild” because I like to imagine the baby Jesus as a chicken wing
(Source: saskatchewanroughriders, via blurboy)
December 4, 2013 at 4:15 PM
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
— Albert Einstein (via theunquotables)
December 4, 2013 at 1:56 PM
When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.
— Paulo Coelho (via theunquotables)
December 4, 2013 at 1:47 PM
Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
— Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit (via larmoyante)
December 4, 2013 at 1:41 PM
Sensual pleasure passes and vanishes, but the friendship between us, the mutual confidence, the delight of the heart, the enchantment of the soul, these things do not perish and can never be destroyed.
— Voltaire (via theunquotables)