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50 Flawless People → Karen Gillan
I got teased for being a redhead when I was younger, which is strange because I’m Scottish and there are loads of us - we should unite forces! I love my red hair.
Québec.
I just came back from Quebec. It’s such a beautiful city. Amazing food, pretty language, gorgeous nature. Maple butter bread is heavenly.
I absolutely want to return.
A secret rose. A beautiful girl. An amazing person.
Check out her blog … I love her to pieces.
My mom is beautiful and I love her.
Actually, I’ve come to love my body. Not every day, but most days. I may not be slender and willowy, but I know I’m built strong. I have broad shoulders. Running has given me awesome calves. I’m not super-skinny, but you can’t have curves without some chub. I have a weird nose, but I love my eyes. My fingers are strong from piano playing, my feet are calloused from soccer. My hair is thick but long and straight. I’m short, but I’m strong.
Why am I rambling? I’m not sure. But I think I sometimes need a reminder there’s no such thing as a perfect body. And that I can accept what my body looks like, because it’s mine and only mine. No one else looks exactly like me. And I think there is more beauty in individuality than generic beauty.
So to everyone out there who doesn’t like their body – and this is a reminder for myself on my bad days: why so much disdain for yourself? You are gorgeous in your own unique way. Appreciate that there is no one like you. Your individuality quirks are what make you beautiful.
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what if I pretend to be British for like the first 6 months at college only around my roommate and I wake her up every morning at like 6 am and say like “up up darling it’s time for your tea the birds are singing a spoon full of medicine makes the medicine go down” and then we get back from winter break and switch back to normal and pretend she made the whole thing up until she loses her mind that would be fun
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do you think when johnny depp agrees to be in a movie with a different director he goes home at night and tim burton is just there with his face pressed against the window and johnny has to close the curtains to avoid feeling guilty
