I'm awkward. I'm in love with almost everything. I have a problem with keeping my clothes on. I'm flawed and a work in progress. But no matter what I am, I'm me, and I love it.
Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times.
still one of my favorites.
(via aprilmaymay)
there’s that moment after years of searching, where someone hugs you, or kisses you, or throws their arm in front of you at sudden stops in a car, and everything makes sense. it’s okay to feel love for other people. and in doing so, it’s okay to love yourself and treat yourself to a little affection, because why wouldn’t you deserve that? let yourself be loved, and then love will make sense.
(via kylekiss)
i wait for facebook to load just enough to see if i have notifications before going to tumblr
