Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Freedom.
Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children   (via ohhhkat) Tuesday Apr 4 @ 10:05pm
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Siri Tollerød

Siri Tollerød

Sunday Apr 4 @ 04:15am
Thursday Apr 4 @ 11:24pm

nicholas-ramirez:

Photos by Nicholas Ramirez

Thursday Apr 4 @ 09:13pm
divasdishblog:

"People are perfectly happy to see women as sex objects, but the actual biologic of our bodies is apparently gross and unmentionable."
- Our Bodies, Ourselves.

divasdishblog:

"People are perfectly happy to see women as sex objects, but the actual biologic of our bodies is apparently gross and unmentionable."

Our Bodies, Ourselves.

Thursday Apr 4 @ 09:08pm
Thursday Apr 4 @ 09:06pm
themountainlaurel:

Shane Shepherd Photography

themountainlaurel:

Shane Shepherd Photography

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 05:42pm
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