Morgan Harper Nichols

Maybe if I hadn’t been so afraid of rejection I could’ve shown you how much love I had in store.

k.b. // i missed my chance tho (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)

i want to be so kind it echoes backwards in time and undoes the things that hurt you. i want to be so kind it radiates from me. i want to be so kind that i make someone else find faith in humanity again. there’s not much i can do, i’m small and weak and i only know so many words. but i know i can be kind. and sometimes, i believe, that changes the world.

how to fall in love with life again

go cloud-gazing, lay down in the grass on a sunny day, or empty roads on a rainy day, stare up at the sky and let your mind wander.

read a book so complex that you don't understand anything, fill your arms with scrawled definitions.

writing poems and notes of kindness, hiding them for other people to find and pass along!

read passages of love in another language, untranslated and realise that love can surpass even the greatest of barriers.

find your favourite flower! hunt for it, research it, write an essay on why you love it and how much it means to you!

buy another copy of your favourite book, fill the pages with annotations and give it to a second hand shop for somebody else to experience it the way that you do.

fill a journal with moments of your life, even if you don't think they're very interesting.

listen to music whilst looking at the moon and stars, realising how beautiful life is.

visit an art gallery or a museum near you. become familiar with it, visit it until you know it inside out. make it your special place.

learn the little things about people, including yourself. find their favourite colour and why, find their music taste, their taste in books until you know them perfectly.

the small things! taking sips of warm beverages becomes the most comforting thing, closing your eyes for a moment on a bus and focusing on the lull of movement.

bake/cook your favourite treat. experiment and find the way that makes it taste simply ethereal.

Autumn is Gilmore girls and coffee.

♔ some skin care tips ♔

reapply sun screen every 2 to 3 hours. don’t use anything under 30.

korean products usually already have sunscreen in them.

use a different exfoliator for your face than you do for your body. your face needs one that’s not as aggressive

you might start to break out more upon using a new, good product. this is normal. let the bad stuff be flushed out and keep using it.

I know it’s annoying but drink. your. water.

don’t use coconut oil on your face, ESPECIALLY not if you’re prone to acne.

don’t use glossier products, the ingredients are shit.

don’t let the water in the shower hit your face too much, the pressure damages the skin.

change your pillow sheet every 3 days (oily skin) to once a week.

stop touching your face for god’s sake.

don’t forget to treat your neck too!

regularly exfoliating your hands will slow down hand aging, too.

if something doesn’t work, throw it away or gift it to someone else. don’t keep using it. 

start using a serum.

matcha tea contains waaaaay more antioxidants than your average green tea.

honey & salmon are good for your skin. also limit your dairy intake. 

try to (deep) cleanse your face in the evening.

and don’t forget that lasting good skin takes time and consistency. ♔

All day long there has haunted me

A spectre out of my lost youth-land.

Because I happened last night to see

A woman's beautiful snow-white hand

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I wish everyone would admit that classic literature is inherently difficult to read, and that you shouldn’t feel stupid if you don’t “get it”. Especially the dark academia/ classic lit fandoms and stuff. Like unless you have the vocabulary and pop culture knowledge of an 18th century nobleman, it’s going to be a tough read. It’ll take you longer to read; you’re not stupid if you’ve spent several months on a single book! And you don’t have to enjoy everything. It’s okay if you got bored after one chapter of Wuthering Heights, and couldn’t be bothered to read the rest. It’s okay if you want to read your favourite kids book for the 10th time instead. You’re not stupid. No piece of literature is inherently better, more “important”, more “meaningful”, or more “intellectual” than another. First and foremost, read what brings you joy.

Well time for another night of ugly crying to champagne problems.

Hang on. It gets easier and then it gets okay and then it feels like freedom.

Taylor Swift (via nightlyquotes)

Funny Face (1957)