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natured:

I get insanely uncomfortable when people have their own selfies as their phone wallpaper. 

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asleepylioness:


My dearest Lioness
I’ve told you about my friend who was diagnosed with cancer this spring. She passed away the 30th of June.

I never knew her for long, 22 weeks to be precisely, and she got the bad news in the very beginning of our friendship. And yet we became closer than I ever could have imagined. She was one of those people you rarely ever meet, the kind of person you connect with right away. I don’t know how many times we talked about how we must have known each other in another life. We were like long lost soul mates who finally were reunited.

Towards the end she didn’t have enough strength to see anyone. She barely managed to text. And so I was suddenly shut out. From being the one to be there for her day and night, the one to visit her at least three times a day to take her dogs out, the one to live in her apartment to take care of her dogs while she was at the hospital, the one to comfort her when she called and was frightened of death, or when she woke up in pain. Eventually she had to find new homes for her dogs, and suddenly there was nothing left I could do. I saw her the last time on my birthday, the 7th of June.

When I heard about her death, I couldn’t take it in. I had barely seen her the last month, and nothing seemed real anymore. Her funeral was last Wednesday, and it was beautiful and finally I cried. But I’m not as devastated as you could imagine. I know that I gave her what I could, what she needed at a very crucial time in her life. I am grateful that I was privileged enough to get to know her at all, and I know that I was the last person to have her as herself, and I find comfort in that. At least this is how I think and feel when I’m calm. But when I lay wide awake at night, crying my eyes out, I want to scream. I want to break something. BECAUSE I WASN’T FUCKING READY YET, we weren’t done with each other, there are so many things we have left to experience together, so many conversations left to have.

I’m sorry for this horribly wrong write up. But this is where I’m at right now. Tangled up. In too many thoughts, too many feelings. I haven’t let go of her, and I won’t. I’ll visit her grave, and I’ll keep writing to her even if she doesn’t answer, just as she asked me to. I’ll sit on her grave, tell her our plans and stories, show her my pictures, share a joint with her and maybe, maybe I’ll shout at her too.

xx The Fox

You go on grieving through your art dear Fox. Grieving has no timeline.

“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.” 

― Leo Tolstoy

asleepylioness:

My dearest Lioness

I’ve told you about my friend who was diagnosed with cancer this spring. She passed away the 30th of June.
I never knew her for long, 22 weeks to be precisely, and she got the bad news in the very beginning of our friendship. And yet we became closer than I ever could have imagined. She was one of those people you rarely ever meet, the kind of person you connect with right away. I don’t know how many times we talked about how we must have known each other in another life. We were like long lost soul mates who finally were reunited.
Towards the end she didn’t have enough strength to see anyone. She barely managed to text. And so I was suddenly shut out. From being the one to be there for her day and night, the one to visit her at least three times a day to take her dogs out, the one to live in her apartment to take care of her dogs while she was at the hospital, the one to comfort her when she called and was frightened of death, or when she woke up in pain. Eventually she had to find new homes for her dogs, and suddenly there was nothing left I could do. I saw her the last time on my birthday, the 7th of June.
When I heard about her death, I couldn’t take it in. I had barely seen her the last month, and nothing seemed real anymore. Her funeral was last Wednesday, and it was beautiful and finally I cried. But I’m not as devastated as you could imagine. I know that I gave her what I could, what she needed at a very crucial time in her life. I am grateful that I was privileged enough to get to know her at all, and I know that I was the last person to have her as herself, and I find comfort in that. At least this is how I think and feel when I’m calm. But when I lay wide awake at night, crying my eyes out, I want to scream. I want to break something. BECAUSE I WASN’T FUCKING READY YET, we weren’t done with each other, there are so many things we have left to experience together, so many conversations left to have.
I’m sorry for this horribly wrong write up. But this is where I’m at right now. Tangled up. In too many thoughts, too many feelings. I haven’t let go of her, and I won’t. I’ll visit her grave, and I’ll keep writing to her even if she doesn’t answer, just as she asked me to. I’ll sit on her grave, tell her our plans and stories, show her my pictures, share a joint with her and maybe, maybe I’ll shout at her too.
You go on grieving through your art dear Fox. Grieving has no timeline.
“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.” 
― Leo Tolstoy

1. Chocolate is only a temporary fix.

2. A properly-fitting bra is not a luxury. It is a necessity.

3. Your happiness is your happiness and yours alone.

4. How to apply red lipstick.

5. How to wear the crap out of red lipstick.

6. A boyfriend does not validate your existence.

7. Eat the extra slice of pizza.

8. Wear what makes you feel gracefully at ease.

9. Love the world unconditionally.

10. Seek beauty in all things.

11. Buy your friends dinner when you can.

12. Wear sunscreen like it’s your second job.

13. Try with all your might to keep in contact with far-away friends.

14. Make the world feel at ease around you.

15. Walk with your head up.

16. Order a cheeseburger on the first date if you want to.

17. Never, ever bite your nails.

18. Swipe on some lipstick, put on your leather jacket, and sneak into a bar somewhere.

19. Learn from your mistakes that night.

20. Dental hygiene is not multiple choice.

21. Your GPA is not a confession of your character.

22. There is strength in breaking down.

23. You don’t have to like yoga.

24. Pick a tea.

25. Take care of your feet.

26. Pick a perfume.

27. Even if you’re tall, wear the heels anyway.

28. Classy is a relative term.

29. Drink whiskey if you like whiskey.

30. Drink wine if you like wine.

31. Like what you like.

32. Offer no explanation.

33. Advil and Gatorade.

34. You are no less of a woman when you’re in sweats and gym shoes than a woman in stilettos and a pencil skirt.

35. A woman is a woman is a woman.

36. Love your fellow woman with all your heart and soul.

37. Cry, uninhibited, with your friends.

38. Laugh until you can’t breathe with your friends.

39. Tell me everything.

40. Exercise to be strong and healthy. A beautiful soul needs a sturdy vessel.

41. There is no shame in hoping for love.

42. My cooking is the best cooking.

43. Do not take sex lightly.

44. I mean it.

45. Anna Karenina. I’d like it if you read it.

46. The world spins on the principle of inherent tragedy.

47. Do not be blind to it.

48. Men are effectively idiots until the age of 26.

49. Carbohydrates are not the enemy.

50. Involve yourself in an organized activity of your choosing.

51. Listen to classical music occasionally.

52. Take hot baths.

53. Do not use bath salts.

54. You are more than capable.

55. I promise.

56. Don’t smile if you don’t mean it.

57. Mean your anger. Mean your sadness. Mean your pain.

58. I am always, always listening.

59. Travel.

60. Get stuck in a foreign country with $4.67 in your account.

61. Make me furious.

62. Make me worry.

63. Come home smelly, tired, and with a good story.

64. Your story isn’t really yours.

65. You are a compilation of others’ stories.

66. Well-fitting and modest is ALWAYS sexier than too small and tight.

67. Who cares if glitter isn’t tasteful?

68. It’s too much eyeliner if you have to ask.

69. Learn to bake for when you’re sad and I’m not there.

70. Humility and subservience are not synonyms.

71. Wash your face twice per day.

72. Be gentle with your skin.

73. Science is really cool.

74. So is literature.

75. And history.

76. And math.

77. There is no substitute for fresh air.

78. Carry your weight.

79. Make up for it later if you can’t.

80. That salad is not better than pasta and it never will be.

81. You’re fooling no one.

82. Find at least three green vegetables you can tolerate.

83. A smoothie is not a meal.

84. Expect the best from everyone.

85. People will let you down.

86. Bask in the sun (wearing a sunhat and SPF 90).

87. There is a certain kind of man you need to avoid at all costs.

88. You’ll know it when you meet him.

89. What other people say is right doesn’t always feel right.

90. What feels right is where your happiness is.

91. Give thoughtful gifts.

92. Form an opinion.

93. Stick to it.

94. Exfoliation in moderation.

95. Argue with people when you need to.

96. If it’s worth fighting for, fight fiercely.

97. Don’t fight for acceptance.

98. You shouldn’t have to.

99. Take pictures, but not too many.

100. Follow your bliss at all costs. (I’m cutting you off at 22, though).

101. Chocolate ice cream, however, might just be a permanent fix.

101 things I will teach my daughters (via herbau)

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sluttybastard:

Hi I am Bayron and I plan to be a model one day after I graduate from a University. k bye <3

sluttybastard:

Hi I am Bayron and I plan to be a model one day after I graduate from a University. k bye <3

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deeperintoblack:

Jack White throws the ceremonial first pitch at the Detroit Tigers game 7-29-2014

x

& mlive.com

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realitytvgifs:

me watching the victoria’s secret fashion show

realitytvgifs:

me watching the victoria’s secret fashion show

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philamuseum:

Woman Crush Wednesday: We love good eighteenth-century gossip. Emma Hart, a beautiful woman of modest means, gained fame through her liaisons with English aristocrats. While married to Sir William Hamilton, British envoy to Naples, she openly carried on a stormy romance with the naval hero Admiral Lord Nelson. In her youth, she was one of artist George Romney’s favorite models. “Portrait of Emma Hart (later Lady Hamilton) as Miranda,” 1785 or 1786, George Romney

philamuseum:

Woman Crush Wednesday: We love good eighteenth-century gossip. Emma Hart, a beautiful woman of modest means, gained fame through her liaisons with English aristocrats. While married to Sir William Hamilton, British envoy to Naples, she openly carried on a stormy romance with the naval hero Admiral Lord Nelson. In her youth, she was one of artist George Romney’s favorite models.

Portrait of Emma Hart (later Lady Hamilton) as Miranda,” 1785 or 1786, George Romney


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