Stop existing and start living
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Anja, 18, Slovenia
“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
— Erin McKean, You Don’t Have to Be Pretty (via larmoyante)
extra slutty olive oil
heard you were talking shit
