things i wish someone would’ve told me

when you fear that you are not enough,

do not look to anyone to reassure you

because they won’t


open your blinds and 

turn that sad shit off, girl


hold yourself


do you feel how warm you are?


don’t let them rob you of that.


focus on your pulse:


do you feel how alive you are?


the world doesn’t stop when you do,

even when you shed enough tears to drown it



in your weakest moments

be the most honest with yourself.


know when to turn off

the computer

and the phone.


take selfies

and don’t post them.

take them for you

like you

comment on you

see how beautiful you are?


yes it sounds silly,

yes it is silly

but sometimes silly is what you need


laugh out loud.



it’s okay to take up space.


it is not okay to compare yourself to 

anyone but the self you were

and the self you wish to be



be patient with yourself,

cause you’re just about the only person that will be


you are a fucking flower.

and even when they pluck your petals

remember that your core remains


you may be bare

you may feel empty

not as “pretty”

not as “appealing”

not as wanted

not enough.


but you are you

and you are strong. 

you are




you are everywhere

and you are every motherfucking thing


and when you expect it least

when the worst storm comes

when the familiar crumbles

when the hard kicks in


you will grow again



“She said ‘I love you and I want to spend my life with you.’ Then ten days later, we sat in a diner, and she said ‘I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
“What was your happiest moment with her?”
“The happiest times were just little moments of exuberance. Like when she jumped on my back because something swam up against her in the ocean. Or when we danced in the kitchen when the pizza arrived”


i lowkey wish i didn’t grow up in the social media era


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I want to learn with you.
I want to learn from you —(afreedomtoexpress)



©Nadine Ijewere

Every time you show your feelings, you apologize. Have you ever had an emotion in your life that you weren’t ashamed of? —R.J Anderson, Ultraviolet (via arabarabarab)