I'm Chenelle.
I'm 18
Live in the shitty town of Luton
My blog is pretty fucking random.
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Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ‘tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.


Emily Dickinson (via feellng)

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being ugly on the internet is nice because you know you’ve earned all your followers instead of getting them b/c youre hot 

"Body confidence and self love are a feeling, not a size"

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