Zoe. 20. Australia.
“But I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are.”

I don't just want to travel the world, I want to see it
I fight to always choose happiness and positivity.
I adore the power of words in a way I can't explain.
I always want to eat chocolate for breakfast. always.
if you're actually on my tumblr reading this you are now welcome to be my friend and I shall send you presents.
(not really, i'm broke, but ya feel me)


Tippin on fo fo’s


parenting tip: talk to your kids about mental illness. tell them they might have a hard time. tell them they can ask for therapy and medication. tell them they aren’t alone. tell them if your family has a history of mental illnesses and which ones. just fucking talk to your kids and be there for them.

(Source: scullysass, via micooclifford)


If you didn’t read or didn’t hear it today, you are precious, and loved and a wonderful human being.


Paris by (Partenope;V)
Being married someday is going to be so cool. like you get to come home to your best friend every single day and just do life together.
— (via makelvenotwar)

(Source: amortizing, via vodkacupcakes)

I am better than I was.
I will be better than I am.
— (140/365) by (DS)

(via vodkacupcakes)



I’m 28 soon, no longer a lost little girl in my twenties but a woman.  Sometimes I forget I have tattoos all over my face and wonder why I am being stared at in public, then I remember.  I get a lot of bad looks still, especially when I am with my son, but I just smile lovingly back at people and they usually looked shocked at my reaction.  My tattoos are my scars, my life story etched deep into my skin, of happiness, death, pain, rebirth, growth, love, heartache.  To me they are beautiful, just like my stretch marks from carrying a child inside of me.  Don’t be so quick to judge people who look different, people who wear their character and their stories.  They are just like smile lines, frown lines, grey hair. Expression is a choice, it’s beautiful, you can wear your heart on your sleeve or on your face, around your neck, or keep it in your heart, that’s up to you.  We are all perfectly imperfect and it’s beautiful.

Reblogging this twice. This, is perfect.

Remembering it twice by blue mountain thyme on Flickr.