Self Portrait.

Today's dark cloud is why do we compare ourselves to others when all it does is make us feel like we are nothing but that's not true we are capable of doing so much in our own way but knowing that doesn't help sometimes ... These insecurities eat us alive day by day ,we are stuck on thoughts of what others do? how do they do it ? Rather than what should we do and how should we do it . All these thoughts are about them and they, when it should be about ourselves and should learn from people's achievements, inspire ourselves through their work and not hate them for their success.

tfw your chunni gets stuck in a cute girl’s bangles

First time making LGBTQ+ Lock Screens :)

Please Like+Reblog if using them, Thankyouu! 

EDIT: OKAAY so I really didn’t expect this to get so many notes lmao, but I am really thankful of those who love these lock screens :)

for the people that think I excluded lesbians, please know that I did not. I am a lesbian myself, but in this I only used ‘Gay’, and I also meant gay girls with this. please don’t think I am excluding people, I just decided to make ‘only 6′ for now. so if you have any requests for other lock screens I should make, tell me in the comments :D

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk / down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs / to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” / when someone sneezes, a leftover / from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. / And sometimes, when you spill lemons / from your grocery bag, someone else will help you/ pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. / We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, / and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile / at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress / to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, / and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. / We have so little of each other, now. So far / from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. / What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these / fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, / have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”

— Small Kindnesses, Danusha Laméris

Found in Anne Carson’s Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks

[text ID: My library is an archive of longings.]