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12:17 am, by lividlotus

mmstake:

Show maturity and laugh at yourself.

mmstake:

Show maturity and laugh at yourself.



09:46 am, by lividlotus2 notes

You have to stop believing that you need other people’s permission to be okay with yourself. That however you do or don’t align with what other people value determines your worth. That however the world does or doesn’t show you kindness is a direct reflection of how much you deserve it. You have to be kind to yourself. Even, and probably most especially, when it seems least deserved.


04:52 pm, by lividlotus

03:18 pm, by lividlotus4 notes

thecottonproject:

Final for my Time Arts class. Nothing gets you in touch with your own anger quite like listening to this and thinking about all the times you’ve been objectified and belittled.

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11:22 pm, by lividlotus

mooneyedandglowing:

Listen to me, you can’t fix people.
Your love won’t make him stop hating his father
and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.
All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there
and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.