really fucking sucks being that kid in class no one wants to work in pairs with and then you’re forced to just sit there alone acting like it doesn’t bother you at all
have you ever just stopped and realized that if you hadn’t met a certain person in your life, your life would be completely different
i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally
i am actually so self-conscious to the point where if someone is looking at me i literally feel like they’re thinking and picking out all of my flaws
Every year, unknowingly, we pass the anniversary of our future death.
making fun of other people’s appearance is so weak and it is never funny please behave
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via lazyyogi)