When your daughter asks you if she’s pretty, looking like the universe is weighing down her little bones with insecurity, resist the urge to say “Ofcourse, darling, Ofcourse you are.” Tell her instead: “Everyday, I bless the stars that fell apart to allow your body’s embers to glow to come to life.” Tell her instead: “In the 7 billion that exist on this planet you are the only one of your kind.” Tell her instead: “You are so much more than pretty. The stars that gave you to me made you to be like the sun. You are their best ever masterpiece. You aren’t pretty. You are inspiring.”
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
mini me vol2
I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine.
Mini Me Vol1
I am scared of lizards.
SAVEME!
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
Just a reminder