What do you think
angels do in their free time?
Your body is not a house that you have to clean up before guests come. Your body is yours and yours alone. If he doesn’t love you, then he doesn’t love you. Your body is not the offering or the deal you make, okay? I know that feeling, that thought process. Maybe if I just lost the weight, I’d be lovable. Stop it in its tracks. You are the most important person in your life. Love yourself more than the idea of being good enough for someone else. You are a force of nature, okay? Be here. In your body. You’re allowed.
To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:
Let’s play a game.
Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.
(To stop this from getting too long, I erased the person above me.)
"YOU CAN’T BE SO FUCKING CUTE"
Just “also”. I guess I haven’t used that lol.
"What a bully lol"
Nothing for “when” either.
"WHY IS HE SO FUCKING CUTE?"
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL ABOUT THIS?"
"look at that shit eating grin"
"i think i reblogged this a few days ago but i dont even care because its the most accurate description of my life ever ever"
Everything is always in caps with me lol.