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Hi! I'm Danielle, and I'm 18 years old. I live in Canada, and I'm recovering from low self esteem and anxiety. I love reading, tea, and my cat is my best friend. I'm also a vegetarian. You are beautiful and you are loved. There is always hope.. Also if you need advice or just want to talk I'm here for everyone. Nothing on this blog is triggering. Some of the pages on my blog will redirect you to websites that are helpful. "I wish you could see what I see in you <3"
Stay Positive

professorgo:

The guy on the left, since he shows clear disgust with having his picture taken suddenly without permission. The guy on the right has had so little sleep that his grip on reality and emotions has left him

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nuggetfucker98:

I SIGNED A PETITION TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN. IF I HAVE EVER DONE ANYTHING IN MY LIFE, IT WAS TO HELP TURN THIS ONE PARK IN VANCOUVER CANADA INTO DUDE CHILLING PARK

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recovery-and-happiness:

I’m on holiday until 29th September, this is queued.

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gothsportscore:

i don’t want to be a part of a college system where plagiarism is a worse crime than rape

bright-crayons:

 

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I distinctly remember
being twelve
and spending my mornings
ripping up toilet paper
to stuff in a training bra.
my mother told me that
I was beautiful,
that it wasn’t what I had
or
what I didn’t have
on the outside
that made me beautiful.
so I stopped.
and the girls at school giggled
and the boys rolled their eyes
when I told them what my mother said.
“only ugly girls say that”
they told me.
that day,
I learnt that it was ugly
to be comfortable in my own
natural
body.
that if I truly believed
that my inner self
was beautiful,
that I believed
that my thoughts mattered
or
that my words were more important
than what size jeans I wore
I was ugly.
so let me be ugly.
let my words ring loud
let my love for myself
be bigger
than my love for any boy.
make me as hideous as you can
because I want to be heard
I want to make a difference
in something other
than my bmi.
I want to teach you,
the girls who giggled,
and the boys that rolled their eyes
that you can paint me
the ugliest colour in the world
and in the end
it won’t be that that saves me
or chooses who I am
but the words I spoke
and the things I learned.
so make me ugly;
and I will be beautiful.
-a.b.h. (via growflowerrecover)

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