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I am not enough

"The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse."
Ten years of experience (via punkasspoet)

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Was playing around with my camera and some broken glass, and I captured this. (OC)

wow oh my god
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I really don’t care if other people like me or not, I just want to know how to make myself like me

After hiking for twelve hours out of a nineteen hour trek, it was time to watch the sunrise at Dinosaur Ridge. When we first looked out, the mountains were completely covered by clouds, but within an hour the clouds dropped and this was what we saw. It felt like heaven, and you could hear everyone present for this moment screaming and shouting for joy! I’d never seen something so incredible, I had to meditate and have gratitude to have experienced this. Some locals said that they’d never seen the mountains like this, even in their 40+ years of hiking there. (© Ka Ram Shim/National Geographic Traveler Photo Contest)


Women against feminism are basically just arguing that their individual lives are fine and they don’t care about what other women go through

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Tiger chubs tiger chubs TIGER CHUBS YOU GUYS
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I worked out today and finally saw some real progress in my arms for the first time since dance…! (years ago)

I got to belly dance a little today which was good motivation for me to also improve my core a bit

I’m doing a pretty decent job of pushing away all the bad thoughts today. Go me

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I wonder why autumn is my remembering season. It’s not so much nostalgia as it is just memories coming up out of nowhere. Sometimes good, often bad, but regardless of “good” or “bad” it leaves me feeling uneasy and in a daze. 



This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.