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admirales:

milaya by zhenyapikulew on Flickr.

october-afternoons:

What makes me so unloveable? So repulsive? I’m not that fat. I’m not that ugly. I’m not that boring. Do I seem desperate? Awkward? Lame? Is there something written on my forehead, saying, “You don’t want this girl; she’s not worth it; you could do better.” What’s wrong with me?

Grace is like oxygen, you don’t try and store it up for later but you rely on it every second of everyday.

(via alittleblondee)

preteritus:

(by hildagrahnat)
resolutewoman:

— my heart possesses an extra measure of graciousness on this cold, frozen, & snowy morning.  Continually challenged, growing daily; happy all the while.  (at Great Sand Dunes National Park)
fl-orish:

peonies