Little Nothings

My name's Clare and this is a blog full of my own writing and whatever else I feel like posting. I'll write little nothings until the day they stop being somethings to me.

“I wouldn’t call this being shy
I would call this being afraid.”

—   (via itsonlyme07)

“At the end of the day, your stomach will still be a stomach, so who cares if it looks more like a hill than a pasture? There’s probably someone out there who’ll want to climb it, if you let them.”

—   fuck it, I’m beautiful (littlenothingsmysomethings)

(Source: pikahuns, via zia-co)

“I’m tired of spending hours of my time trying to learn how to love my body, but only relearning how to suck in my stomach and walk simultaneously. It’s time to breathe normally for a change.”

—   fuck it, I’m beautiful (littlenothingsmysomethings)

yong-hwa-holic said: That is beautiful and so needs to be put out there.

Oh my goodness. EVERYONE STOP. HUGS AND KISSES FOR YOU TONIGHT I LOVE YOU 
and what you said when you reblogged my poem makes me to want to frolic in a field full of daisies, or possibly cry in a field full of daisies BECAUSE I CANNOT CONTROL MY EMOTIONS. 

(Source: furumii, via lavenderbullet)

“I slept on my left side last night and finally dreamt of you. I’ll sleep on my right side every night from now on.”

—   wishing I were someone else’s baby (littlenothingsmysomethings)