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aubernutter:

Also, I took this picture yesterday morning at work after I ate my breakfast. Girls ask me how to get abs all the time….this is my stomach with any ounce of food in it. It kills me sometimes but I’ve learned to set realistic goals for myself. I scroll through tumblr and see countless pictures of fitness models with perfect bodies. That’s what I wanted. But I was killing myself to get there. It’s not normal for women to have perfect flat bellies or a six pack 24/7. Love YOUR body and create realistic goals for YOURSELF. Stop comparing yourself to women all over the internet. We are all different and all unique and we are all starting at different places. Stop fighting your body to create the body you want.

Oh shit. This is me. And this is exactly what I needed to read today. Oh the irony.

You’re an amazing woman 
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Anonymous: I hope you are having a beautiful day.

aubernutter:

I am having a day lol

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If you’ve ever doubted yourself, walk deep into any forest. Notice how the trees still stand even though they are given no recognition. Walk along any stream. The water still flows, though no one stops to praise it. Watch the stars late at night; they shine without acknowledgment. Humans are just the same. We are made out of the same elements as these beautiful wonders. Always remember your beauty and self worth. 

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It happens like this.

One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel—one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them—even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering—the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.

Though here is a word of warning—you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

Lang Leav

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You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.

— C. JoyBell C (via slacked)

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I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences. Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never dared to admit you wanted-an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with a hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is witheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy, and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore— despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free). Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have ‘that thing’ even one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you’re someone he’s never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is,you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You’re a pathetic mess,unrecognizable even to your own eyes. So that’s it. You have now reached infatuation’s final destination— the complete and merciless devaluation of self.

— Elizabeth Gilbert (via purplebuddhaproject)

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So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.

— (via soulsscrawl)

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