astrolocherry:

how can u say u are not pretty when u are a cluster of stardust, a walking explosion of nebulas like there are constellations that knot your arteries together, you’re beyond pretty, more like a spectacular sight for all of us

free-will-for-the-fallen:

mezzalunanova:

raspberrying:

Anxiety really cramps my style like how am I going to seem chill and fun if I often start trembling and breathing heavily and developing a look of impending doom in my eyes

If Iron Man can do it, so can I

this is literally one of the most inspirational things 

John Barrowman – Don’t Rain on My Parade [x]

I Am What I Am might be John’s theme song, but this one fits pretty well too.

Don’t tell me not to live,

Just sit and putter,

Life’s candy and the sun’s

A ball of butter.

Don’t bring around a cloud

To rain on my parade.

Don’t tell me not to fly–

I’ve simply got to.

If someone takes a spill,

It’s me and not you.

Who told you you’re allowed

To rain on my parade!