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For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.
Jeremiah 29:11

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  • "No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
    I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough"
    Clementine Von Radics (via crucigera)

    4 December, 2013

    Anonymous: You're not pretty.

    scarlettethewriter:

    You’re right.

    I am Courtney. I have hair the color of my mothers and skin the color of my fathers. I have the Irish green eyes of my fathers grandmother and the native nose of my mothers Seminole-Creek father. My hands have written thousands of poems. My face has been scarred by acne, my ears have listened to EVERY cruel comment someone made about it. My lips have been kissed by people I think about every day.

    My skin is skewed with stretchmarks and tattoos and scars.

    You’re right. I am not pretty. There is so much more to me than a 6 letter word used to summarize beauty.

    "Pretty" is a shallow, vague word.

    4 December, 2013

    hplyrikz:

I can relate to this
    thelovenotebook:

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