"I am not my stumbling feet and clumsy fingers, nor am I my weight or height, I am not my large thighs nor my crooked nose. I am not my weak chin and aching knees, I am fire, I am passion, I am my soul. I am my love for others, I am my happiness, I am the sound of my laugh. I am my dancing, my writing. I am my shining eyes and bouncing step, I am stardust, I am the galaxies, I am the universe. I am everything and nothing, simultaneously."
It feels like there’s a world encompassed inside me, yet at the same time, I’m just another person, lost in the multitude. (m.w)



how do other white people manage to feel so persecuted on tumblr that they need to make a fucking half-assed photoset about it on the daily like the worst i’ve ever seen is ‘why can’t white people handle spicy food’ and i just read it like ‘yeah. yeah you’re right. i’m white and i buy mild salsa. you got me’ 


dont ask me for relationship advice because i will always just tell you to break up w/ them and throw their shit in a dumpster because i do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly this is a zero tolerance zone 

rikolas replied to your photo “I really like the pink actually”

you are so freckles when it’s sunny it’s so cute

aw rik ilu you’re so nice


Ladies in uniforms~


Ladies in uniforms~