This Is My Crib
This Is My Crib
Elsa, 14, in Swedish paradise atm
❝ It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself. ❞
- (via ohfairies)



Banksy | Regent’s Canal, London

This is powerful.



Will: He used to just put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the kitchen table and say, “Choose.” Well, I gotta go with the belt there. I used to go with the wrench. Why? Cause fuck him, that’s why. Your foster father? Yeah…So? What does it say? Will has an attachment disorder? Fear of abandonment? Is that why I broke up with Skylar? Didn’t know you had. Wanna talk about it?[Pause]Will, you see this, all this shit? It’s not your fault. I know… No you don’t. It’s not your fault.I know.No, listen to me Son. It’s not your fault.

Lucca, Italy