Life As Pinocchio

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my anonymous friend sent me this and i thought this was really beautiful


it’s literally scary how much this post is me

☄ Picture of you


♥ Name of crush


☯ Religion

I believe in life. In the Earth’s beauty.  

✉ State of origin


♬ Favorite song/s

Street Flash, Animal Collective; In the Morning of the Magicians, The Flaming Lips; Cover My Eyes, La Roux; To A Poet, First Aid Kit

♪ Favorite band

Animal Collective

☑ Full name

Clara Grace Thornberry 

Ω Favorite Book

The Princess

♘ Favorite Animal


☥ Cats or dogs

Nowadays, cats.

☝ Dominant hand


♨ Ocean or Lake

Depends! I adore the ocean, but lakes are sweet for tubing and just relaxing with your friends. 

♉ Star Sign


♧ Eye color

Hazel green

Favorite character

Nancy Drew

✏ Writer or reader

Jack Kerouac 

☪ Hair color

Strawberry blonde

♂ Gender

I am a girl

✈ Last vacation

To Florida, two years ago

☍ Silver or gold

I look better in gold

(Source: triforce-powers, via bre-ath3)


Lindsay Bottos - The morning after (2013)
thoughts written on the places he touched

Tumblr // Website

(via lostparks)


Melbourne protest for Gaza, July 19. 2014.



the first time someone tells you these words I hope you stick out your hand and catch the letters in the air I hope you crunch them in your fist I hope you shove them back into the mouth they flew out of I hope and pray you are not eight years old and hanging off of a shopping cart and groaning about how bored you are, I hope you were not young like I was the first time I read a magazine on a shelf underneath the candy I hope you weren’t young because I still thought everything I read had to be true - but better yet, I hope these words never find you.

They tell you to be strong but it’s the little things like this that sit on our hips and tangle in our hair and feel like bees when the night gets dark. It’s the little things we could never ever shake off because the minute we tried, we discovered there were more waiting for us.


smile more often. I hope the first time someone calls you fat, you shimmy your shoulders and wink and feel like a goddess and take it as a compliment. I hope you are not the new kid in a fifth-grade class, glasses on your nose and your hair in tangles. I hope nobody ever touched your tummy and asked if you were embarrassed by the way it jiggles. I hope if you ever hear those words, you reach out your beautiful fingers and touch the temple of the person talking and ask, “Are you embarrassed your brain works like that?”

See, I have not gained weight since the eight grade and I’m twenty. I have had about four hundred people tell me I’m skinny but it’s only the two or three voices about the thickness of my thighs and the fat on my hips - these are the only voices that stick. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Take a bath. Stare at your reflection. Count the flecks beside your iris. Promise yourself you’re not going to ruin your life - you won’t let them win. Don’t let that moment cause ripples. Yank out the cruelty from your system.


stop faking it. Stop engineering your body to be a call-and-response of bruises and shots. I hope you are not fifteen the first time a boy kisses you hard. I hope you do not go home with a bloody mouth and spend the rest of your life thinking love is stained with iron. I hope you are not swallowing your sanity to be with somebody. I hope the first time you let someone touch you, they are someone worthy of your trust - I hope that nobody tries to force you into a label like “frigid” or “slut.”

In the animal world, most males have bright plumage so they can attract mates. In humans, we expect ladies to look a certain way. When you break out of the norm, suddenly you’re rattling chains. How dare you not want sex and still look this way. Maybe people are scared of admitting your body has power - it can turn heads in a baggy sweatshirt. Your body doesn’t need a magazine’s confirmation. Your body’s been through hell and still keeps on living. Put on your heels and stalk down the sidewalk. Take off your makeup. Do what you need to feel awesome.


ignore everything they tell you. Don’t let them in.


- Maybe one day I’ll make a list of every single terrible magazine I’ve read. I think I’m gonna start an advice column called “If it makes them money, it’s probably not good.” /// r.i.d (via rauchwolken)

(Source: inkskinned, via lostparks)


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