Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep.

I'm abby. I'm short. I laugh a lot. I take a lot of pictures. I love art & animals. normal is boring.




reasons i want to look GOOD 

  • for myself
  • for myself
  • to plant the seed of envy in other bitch’s hearts
  • for myself

(Source: pinkvelourtracksuit)

Sad and upset and angry. Need to learn to deal w my emotions better.


real copy of an old poem of mine

read the whole thing, then the words on the left, then right

then write



Fuck I really need to take this time before I head back to hell hole aka school to straighten my mind out. I feel like after I was at a really low point on my self esteem I was finally comfortable with who I am, and to some degree I still am but I need to own that. Shit happens and we can’t control it but we do have the power to control how we react to everything and through that process our true character is really whats being shown. I used to care what people thought of my appearance so much but now I realize that if someone’s honestly going to judge me or become less interested in me for the aspect’s of myself that I have no power to control (and shouldn’t fucking want to) then they’re not worth one once of my time because humans are worth so much than their physical being and only shallow people can’t see that reality. But think about it, why should we want to change who we are? We are led to believe that scars, or stretch marks, or wide hips, or pale skin make us less of a person and that we should try and change that to meet unrealistic expectations of beauty, when really these “flaws” or differences is what makes us unique, beautiful, and an individual. They tell a story of the warrior that we each are and what we have been through in life, what we’ve seen and what we’ve experienced. Hell, I know I will always have shit I hate about myself but I’m proud of how far I’ve come in this life so far and excited for how many more experiences and adventures I still have waiting for me. Fuck everyone else, my new goal is to just be comfortable with myself and appreciate and own every ounce of my being. 


Hoodmorning (no typo)