“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”—Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via psych-facts)
I had a dream I had the perfect booty and got good grades felt super pretty and confident and I loved my life
Wait that sounds pretty much like irl
Hahha anyone going through a hard time, I am full of wisdom. Come to me I will try to cheer you up (reassure of everything you already know since you’re wonderful)
What a day. I’ve never experienced such abrupt mood change in so little but a day. The uncertainty killed me. The snap to reality of not giving in to self pity revived me…only for the rejection news to make me wish I was dead. Lucky for me I snapped backed again (after ugly crying to the point I puked) with the main friends help and made my final decision. I have never felt so empowered, so motivated to do great. I will go to my dream school despite it all. I know my potential, if anything I am more sure than anything to keep on bettering myself. Jesus I am so excited. San Fran awaits. Best decision ever. Ajfjhfhhd now to FINALLY SLEEP AND ENJOY SPRINGBREAK MOTHAFUCKAAAAS SPRINGBREAK FOREVAAAA
“Love yourself —
when it’s fucking 2 a.m and you’re not even halfway through with your essay that was due last week.
when your mom is yelling at you because your grades are shit
when your dad comes home late smelling like booze
when your dog just died and youre the only one who took care of him
when your brothers girlfriend is cheating on him and if you tell him he’ll hate you
when you lost your best friend to someone you hate
when you think— no you wish that today was your last day,
just fucking love yourself because when every body is too busy trying to fuck up your life you’re the only person that can save you,
your life isnt some fucking john green novel, no one can save you but yourself.”—Anonymous (via yball)
Do you ever crave to be touched? Even in the most innocent way. I want someone to just hug me for a very long time or someone to lean against/ someone to lean on me. Maybe while sitting or laying next to someone just to have our legs, arms, or feet touching would be nice. I think that when you’re lonely for so long you constantly want to feel someone against you just as a constant reminder that you’re not alone.