It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
— Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (via theriverjordyn)
It’s not my responsibility to be beautiful. I am not alive for that purpose. My existence is not to fulfill yours about how desirable you may find me.
— Warsan Shire (via saintofsass)
- Mom: Can I see your tumblr?
- Me: WHAT TUMBLR?! *throws laptop out window, runs to airport, moves to Mexico, changes name to Pepito*