The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away
*opens jacket* hey u wanna buy some oh jesus fuck it’s cold *closes jacket*
what if you started making car alarm noises when people you didn’t like touched you
people that point out acne:
- pack ur bags
- buy a plane ticket
- go to hell
Once we begin to celebrate what our body does rather than obsessing on how it looks, we start to appreciate our body as an instrument rather than an ornament.