“You are well within your rights to stand up, interrupt everyone around you and say ‘This is not who I am. This is not what I want. I’m sorry, but you’ve mistaken me for somebody else.”
Saturday, September 28, 2013
— Iain Thomas
”I never even say stuff like this to Avi and Aditi… Why am I telling YOU?”
”I never even say stuff like this to Avi and Aditi… Why am I telling YOU?”
”What would I know?! … You never even said hi to me in school.”
”Okay then… I’ll say it now…”
Friday, September 27, 2013
— Sylvia Plath
“I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.”
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
— Unknown
“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 someone's 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.”
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