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Be the person you want to beSelf confidence is defiantly something we are all learning to control and master, it takes time and a little bit of dedication! I am not an expert on anything and I am still working on my self confidence, but here are some things that will help you be the person you want to be!Get rid of toxic people in your life.
By toxic I mean the type of people who put you down, buzz kill kinda people, they cramp your style and brain, they just don’t allow you to be you. Find people who make you laugh, people you don’t have to rethink everything you say around. Delete toxic people, don’t associate with them, you will find you are better off without them.Don’t be so hard on yourself.Your body has feelings too, nourish yourself, eat foods that you love and won’t regret eating, don’t look in the mirror as often, don’t pick apart every aspect of your appearance and love your flaws.Stop speaking negatively about yourself, don’t call yourself fat, your body has feelings too.Have plants in your bedroom.Plants are rad, they release toxins that prevent acne and obviously release clean oxygen! Plants will purify the air, the theory is that if the plants do the absorbing first, our nose and lungs take on less of a burden.
Get good sleep and exercise.I know I know we have all heard it before and you want to stay up all night, but try having a week where you set your bed time and the time you wake up.Exercise too, whether it’s a walk with friends or sit-ups on your bedroom floor it’s exercise! It will make you so much happier, and with exercise comes a healthy body!
Best of lucky lovely people!-Sophia

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"I got dressed this morning. For myself.
Put on eye liner. for myself.

Put on my favorite red lipstick. for myself.

Showed a bit of skin. for myself
I wanted to be beautiful. For myself."
(via moaka)

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oh my god same


So I have been talking to this guy I really like for about a month now, and I was at work one day, and he surprises me, holding my favourite Starbucks drink. I had lent him the book Looking For Alaska, because he said he never really enjoyed reading, and I told him this book would change that. So he told me he was done with it, and he took me home from work. We get in front of my house and he’s like “I want another book!” So I told him I’d run inside and get him Paper Towns. 
As I was getting out he grabs me by my hand and says, “Wait! there’s this quote I wanted to show you on page… 123, I think. I like it a lot and I’m surprised you didn’t highlight it!”
And so I turn to the page, and there is this post it note pointing to that sentence.
I was asked out via a John Green book.

reblogging (again) because cripples my heart so much. 


Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller in New York, also by Sam Shaw

The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

“A cryptozoologist has suggested that the 52-Hertz whale could even be lonelier than we realize, a hybrid between two different species of whale, or the last survivor of an unidentified species, plying the oceans in a doomed search for another of its kind, singing its broken song.”

francoise hardy watching herself on french television