I don’t remember learning the words to Bohemian Rhapsody, I think I just born knowing them
the only math i ever want to do consists of counting my money when im rich and famous
self confidence? no. self confidance. dance until you believe in yourself, even if it takes a thousand years of the macarena
I hate it that my relaxing time is really just procastinating
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
That’s one of the most uplifting things I’ve readThis needs to get passed around more