Farhana, 22, Singapore.
I post anything that made me laugh, beautiful quotes or whatever/whoever I am obsessing over at the moment. Can you guess what/who it is?
"Without obsession, life is nothing." - John Waters

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artemisiasea:

I don’t know how people do it

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hombredeflorida:

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turnipoddity:

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If only pre historic fish did not grow feet and crawled to the land

“This is YOUR fault!”

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slayersexual:

arthur + merlin making him laugh

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howelliday:

nine years apart


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winifredwevansedits:

TEEN WOLF || Surprise, Motherfucker || S06E20 || Requested & Inspired by (x)



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Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself. Trying to become smaller. Quieter. Less sensitive. Less opinionated. Less needy. Less me. Because I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want to be too much or push people away. I wanted people to like me. I wanted to be cared for and valued. I wanted to be wanted. So for years, I sacrificed myself for the sake of making other people happy. And for years, I suffered. But I’m tired of suffering, and I’m done shrinking. It’s not my job to change who I am in order to become someone else’s idea of a worthwhile human being. I am worthwhile. Not because other people think I am, but because I exist, and therefore I matter. My thoughts matter. My feelings matter. My voice matters. And with or without anyone’s permission or approval, I will continue to be who I am and speak my truth. Even if it makes people angry. Even if it makes them uncomfortable. Even if they choose to leave. I refuse to shrink. I choose to take up space. I choose to honour my feelings. I choose to give myself permission to get my needs met. I choose to make self-care a priority. I choose me.


niggasandcomputers:

Whenever someone texts me Wyd I get nervous because idk what I should be doing

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colinmorgasms:

i aim to have the merlin-level of job security where i’m actively terrible at my job but my boss loves me too much to fire me