One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.

Gabourey Sidibe    (via idioticteen)

gamegeneral:

krystal-cage:

please just watch this

"It’s one second." I said
"It can’t possible be that great."
I was wrong.

Just because your pain is understandable, doesn’t mean your behavior is acceptable.

Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via paintdeath)

canibecandid:


 His skin burned with the intensity of the comets that were streaming across him and he knew that she could feel it as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up and the way she lightly stroked the inside of her arm.Tears sat on the brim of her lashes and she blinked them away hurriedly, squeezing his hand. “But you were so beautiful. Just like I always knew you would be.” She says it while her other hand comes to his face and traces the plumes and flares of green and yellow he knew existed because of his former usage, her thumb running over his bottom lip and he closes his eyes and revels in the feel and sensation of her touch.Sherlock ran a hand from her shoulder and down the length of her arm, absorbing her patterns to his memory. Beautiful, she was so heart-achingly beautiful, as his shaking hands cupped her face and drew her forward. Slivers, blues, purples flecked up to her cheeks to meet his touch. Comets skipping from his arms to hers, or maybe it was the other way around? Did it matter?His lips slanted over hers and he could feel the waves of the mock solar-flares covering them both.
[Preview from Stardust, art by flavialikestodraw]

Please don’t repost or remove credit!
but oh my god, look at this glorious art work.
Thank you, Flavia!

canibecandid:

His skin burned with the intensity of the comets that were streaming across him and he knew that she could feel it as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up and the way she lightly stroked the inside of her arm.
Tears sat on the brim of her lashes and she blinked them away hurriedly, squeezing his hand. “But you were so beautiful. Just like I always knew you would be.” She says it while her other hand comes to his face and traces the plumes and flares of green and yellow he knew existed because of his former usage, her thumb running over his bottom lip and he closes his eyes and revels in the feel and sensation of her touch.
Sherlock ran a hand from her shoulder and down the length of her arm, absorbing her patterns to his memory. Beautiful, she was so heart-achingly beautiful, as his shaking hands cupped her face and drew her forward. Slivers, blues, purples flecked up to her cheeks to meet his touch. Comets skipping from his arms to hers, or maybe it was the other way around? Did it matter?
His lips slanted over hers and he could feel the waves of the mock solar-flares covering them both.

[Preview from Stardust, art by flavialikestodraw]

Please don’t repost or remove credit!

but oh my god, look at this glorious art work.

Thank you, Flavia!