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the flashy girl from flushing

ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT) TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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i was conditioned and given the oppurtunities to succeed but even my mother couldn’t foresee who her baby would be and what the child would need or want. she could never have known that i would need medical attention that most people did not deem medically necessary.

tvsand16s:

"All the girls in Rio, all the girls in São Paulo…" Great video. This shot is epic, and Oroma Elewa is a classic beauty. 
I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.
-Oroma Elewa (via itsibitsikitsi)

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most if not all people require some sort of medical attention. lets not act like medicine should only be practiced to save from death or physical injury/illness. 

whogivesmestrength:

chantelbrenna:

squidsqueen:

What makes me so happy about this is that she isn’t telling you you must love your body or that you are obligated to. She saying you have permission to. And that’s important, because there are a lot of reasons why people have trouble with self-love.  But the idea that you aren’t supposed to love your body, that you aren’t allowed to for whatever reason, needs to be crushed. If you can’t love you body right now, if your body causes you pain or disphoria or distress, you aren’t required to love it. But you are ALLOWED to. You are entitled to the chance to make peace with your body, if you ever reach a point where you are ready to. No one else should be trying to stop you.

Sometimes I see or read things, and I didn’t realize that I needed them until they are two GIFs of Nicki Minaj and some amazing commentary that come across my dash and I instantly burst in to tears and feel a weight lifted off my chest.

This is so important

im at a medical center and one of the doctors is soo hott god i hope hes takin care of me


You call me a singer, but I’m called to transform,
to suck up the grief, anxiety and loss of those who hear me into my 
song’s form