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art is giving yourself permission to translate life. exactly the way you feel. see. and hear it. be the artist you are. give yourself permission to speak your own language.

—nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)

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is it summer yet

i just want to lay in the sliver of sun that’s pouring on to the left most corner of my bed, light some candles, have lauryn singing softly in the background with a hot cup of coffee tucked in my left hand and a great book in the right

I have to remind myself sometimes that even when I feel like I don’t matter, I do. We get so blinded by other people’s light that we forget to enjoy our own. Your stars are just as bright, important and lovely. We are all flawed. We are all trying. We all have work to do. Remember your worth and acknowledge your hard work thus far.

—Glow worm, Alex Elle (via alexandraelle)

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I hope one day
Your human body
Is not a jail cell,
Instead it’s a sunny
2pm garden with daisies
Thriving because of
Self love.

—Alexa Evangelista 

(Source: vodkakilledtheteens, via foxxxynegrodamus)