My Inner Child is Showing

My name is Miranda, I am from Canada. This tumblr is all of the things that are relevant to my life in some way.

cross-connect:

Artist Samantha Keely Smith paints breathtaking abstract landscapes that resemble the swirling waters of the ocean. Using oil paint, enamel, and shellac, Smith builds up multiple translucent layers of color, alternating between soft brushstrokes and large, sweeping gestures to evoke crashing waves, surging tides, and stormy floods.

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PSA

wasuu:

diire-wolf:

YOUR BARISTA ISNT FLIRTING WITH YOU. THEY ARE BEING NICE TO YOU BECAUSE ITS THEIR JOB AND THEY ARENT ALLOWED TO TELL YOU TO GO FUCK YOURSELF CAUSE YOUR BEING AN INAPPROPRIATE CREEP.

THIS GOES TO EVERYONE WORKING IN RETAIL. WE GET IN TROUBLE IF WE’RE NOT FRIENDLY…

jaclcfrost:

do you know how difficult it is to feel secure in your looks and personality and overall self when absolutely no one has ever shown any interest in you whatsoever like yeah you shouldn’t base all of your self-confidence on other people but still there’s like always that irritating little voice inside of you that tells you that you’ve never been worth a second glance or getting to know for anyone and you can try to ignore it all you want but it’s still there

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humansofnewyork:

"They sometimes ask me about their grandmother, and I only tell them about the good times. I don’t want to worry them with all the things my mother and I had to go through when I was growing up.""What’s your fondest memory of your mother?”"We were so poor that every day she’d have to go out and try to find us some food. And on the days when she came home empty handed, she’d help us forget our hunger by putting on music and dancing for us."(Jinja, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"They sometimes ask me about their grandmother, and I only tell them about the good times. I don’t want to worry them with all the things my mother and I had to go through when I was growing up."
"What’s your fondest memory of your mother?
"We were so poor that every day she’d have to go out and try to find us some food. And on the days when she came home empty handed, she’d help us forget our hunger by putting on music and dancing for us."

(Jinja, Uganda)

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