(Source: salamanderss, via laceyjustine)

laceyjustine:

This isn’t some tan girl covered in makeup with perfectly straight hair and a perfect smile. This is a girl with Pfeiffer Syndrome, who has had bangs her whole life to hide her forehead and struggles everyday to be okay with looking this way. She’s had several surgeries and will have a couple more. she can’t wear makeup much, her eyes are sensitive. Her jaw is misaligned. Her forehead is too thick and has to be shaven down. Her cheekdowns have to be moved forward by surgery. when she was four she had something called a ‘halo’ which was a metal circle screwed into her skull and jaw.

though she fought through it medically, she struggles everyday with the emotional side effects. she doesn’t look like her family or her friends. she may never look normal. she has depression and eating issues because of what she has had to accept about herself. she has done awful things to be pretty.

nobody ever sees her without makeup or without bangs.

until now.

She, is me.

and if I make your blog ugly, than don’t reblog this. but if you can be one of the few people in my life who I know are fully comfortable with it, than reblog this so people know.

you are beautiful. even if you don’t realize it, you are. everyone is,

<3

i dont understand, whats wrong with this picture? oh thats right, there is nothing wrong.

I think you’re beautiful, and amazing for being so strong. 

(Source: alittlepieceofinsane)

moronicbeauty:

Autobots ukulele.

Love is Love

Love is a mystery,

A dark cave if you will,

No one knows what they are getting into,

They just do it for the thrill.

Love is a journey

One without a map

Some follow freely,

Others think it’s a trap.

Love is an adventure

One that you know nothing about,

Because everyone is different

And you are always filled with doubt

Love is like the ocean,

The currents tugging and pulling.

You know where you want to be,

But you don’t know where you are going.

Love is a foreign language,

Where the words are always changing,

Once you think you know them,

They feel like rearranging.

Love is like a claw.

Grabbing people by the heart,

Once you think you’ve won the race,

It pulls you right back to the start.

Love is like a blank canvas,

Something so simple and plain,

But with a splash of paint and color,

It would never look the same.

Love is love,

Something that all of us will know.

It will come in many shapes and forms,

we just have to learn to go with the flow.