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I really cared about what other people thought about me and I would go out of the way to make them happy at my own expense. But they would end up doing what they wanted anyway. I kept trying to get over them, like it wasn’t a big deal or I did it wrong: but soon found quickly, I had to get over myself first.

I had to quit trying to control the world around me with a desperate twisted-up death grip. I had to learn that part of love is letting go of other people’s perceptions and just letting them love me on their own. It matters less now what people think of me and just that they think at all. So I started saying ‘no’ more often: because not everything is okay with me and I shouldn’t have to explain myself. My happiness is not contingent on you getting some fake yes-version of me.
J.S. (via jspark3000)


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Why Tumblr should Fall In Love with Frida Kahlo. 


She ALSO did all this while living in near constant pain from an accident when she was a teenager. She would paint in bed, had countless surgeries, and still became one of the best and most celebrated artists in the world.

If she could do all that with a broken spine and so many more issues, I can do it with my own disabilities.

And that’s why she’s my hero. Because I can always find strength in her resilience.

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