Anyone is automatically more attractive when they’re funny.
Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don’t know exactly whats wrong either. There isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting, and being alone never was. At least when your alone no one will constantly ask you ‘whats wrong’ and there isn’t anyone who won’t take ‘i don’t know’ for an answer. You feel the way you do just because, you hope the feelings will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then, all you can do is wait.
Being beautiful is more than how many boys you can get to look at you, or how much makeup you can wear. It’s about what you live for. It’s about what defines you. It’s about the heart that you have, and what makes you special. It’s about those little quirks that make you, you. It’s about going against the flow, and living out what you honestly think. And that is a beautiful thing.
I’ve realized lately that deep within the human soul is the intense desire to be part of something bigger than themselves. To have purpose. To be known. To be loved. Even to be loved is to be part of something bigger than oneself. We desire a life to be remembered. We want to be different. Even I want to be different. I want to be part of something bigger than myself. My desire for this is almost stronger than my desire to breathe. Doing this stuff here is my way of breathing. I find purpose. I find myself within something bigger than myself.
Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week.
You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
With every breath of her tired yawn you can tell she’s tired, tired of what life has put her through. She’s been knocked down, and now she’s done. It’s ok girl, if you aren’t always strong.
“I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” -Marilyn Monroe
Grace isn’t a little prayer you say before receiving a meal, it’s a way to live.
He’s not best looking, he’s not the smartest guy, he can be a jerk sometimes, but for some reason I don’t care. He’s different. I love him.
I have the sex appeal of a decomposing goat.