If you don’t love yourself, you’ll always be chasing people who don’t love you.
Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
You become what you think about all day long.
There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind
i’ve had tumblr for years and i still don’t know what the fuck an rss feed is