If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
I beg young people to travel. If you don’t have a passport, get one. Take a summer, get a backpack and go to Delhi, go to Saigon, go to Bangkok, go to Kenya. Have your mind blown, eat interesting food, dig some interesting people, have an adventure, be careful. Come back and you’re going to see your country differently, you’re going to see your president differently, no matter who it is. Music, culture, food, water. Your showers will become shorter. You’re going to get a sense of what globalization looks like. It’s not what Tom Friedman writes about, I’m sorry. You’re going to see that global climate change is very real. And that for some people, their day consists of walking twelve miles for four buckets of water. And so there are lessons that you can’t get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight. A lot of people — Americans and Europeans — come back and go, “Ohhhh.” And the lightbulb goes on.
healed self harm scars are one of the most beautiful things in this world
Reblogging basically because I couldn’t agree more^^^^
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Healed self harm scars aren’t perfect if they’re on you, personally whenever I look at my scars I remember all the bad thoughts and feelings I had for me to make those scars. They are not a happy or good looking thing. Also my scars are ugly to me, they will affect my future careers and how people will view me on the street. That is not at all ‘perfect’.
no word of a lie this looks like my arm. i’m going to be hypocritical but if you’re reading this…you deserve the best baby.xo
Self harm scars are a reminder of the hard time and a reminder that you can move forward. My scars are ugly to me but they are a part of me I learn to accept them.