When a girl says 'It's cold', a part of her is seeing if you're gonna take off your hoodie or jacket to put it on her. When a girl says 'I'm bored', a part of her is seeing if you're gonna drop everything else you're doing and pay more attention to her. When a girl says 'leave me alone', a part of her is seeing if you're gonna care enough to see what's wrong. When a girl says 'I'm so done', a part of her is seeing if you're gonna try to fight for her to stay. When a girl says 'I'm ugly', a part of her is seeing if you're gonna tell her she's beautiful. Girls like to see if guys can read between the lines and if they could, it lets them know how you feel with actions, not words.
Take a step back. F ucking look at yourself. You are human. You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. And you can be anything. You can be everything. Do not hate because someone broke your heart, or because your parents split up, your best friend betrayed you, your father hit you, the kid down the street called you fat, ugly, stupid, worthless. Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control. Cry when you need to, then let go when it's time. Don't hang onto painful memories just because you're afraid to forget. Let go of things that are in the past. Forget things that aren't worth remembering. Stop taking things for granted. Stop taking life for granted. Live for something. Live for yourself. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Do this over and over until you know what it really is to love someone. Question things. Tell people how you really feel. Sleep under the stars. Create. Imagine. Inspire. Share something wonderful. Make something beautiful and destroy it. Let go of all the horrible things in your life and just f ucking live. And one day, when you're old, look back with no regrets.
I wish someone would randomly tell me little facts about myself. Not ones that I have already told them but ones they have picked up by themselves because they care enough to notice the little things like I do.
who are you, really? you are not a name or a height, or a weight or a gender you are not an age and you are not where you are from you are your favorite books and the songs stuck in your head you are your thoughts and what you eat for breakfast on saturday mornings you are a thousand things but everyone chooses to see the million things you are not you are not where you are from you are where you're going and i'd like to go there too
Hey, do you mind if I tell you a story? One you might not have heard? All the elements in your body were forged many, many millions of years ago, in the heart of a far away star that exploded and died. That explosion scattered those elements across the desolations of deep space. After so, so many millions of years, these elements came together to form new stars and new planets. And on and on it went. The elements came together and burst apart, forming shoes and ships and sealing-wax and cabinets and kings. Until eventually, they came together and made you. You're unique in the universe. There is only one you. there will never be another.
But what if there was a free hotel for ladies who were on their period, and no bras were allowed, and trays of food were everywhere carried by handsome men in bow ties, and there was a chocolate fountain in every room, and if your back started to hurt there would be five differend masseuses to choose from, and if you needed cuddles then all you had to do was press a button on your necklace and your favorite band member would instantly be there, and there were soundproofed rooms for females who needed to get their emotions out, and nobody wore make up or fancy clothes because we wouldn't judge each other, and we'd all look a mess and no one would care, and when he got cramps, heating pads and medicine would be there at the ring of a bell, and there would be private theatres with every single romantic comedy or tear-jerker movies to choose from, and if we were tired out and sleepy someone would always be there to carry us to huge, fluffy beds with lots of pillows...
Have you ever met someone and they're so f.ucking perfect in every way, and maybe they aren't perfect to everybody, but to you they're just absolutely amazing. The way they laugh and smile and talk, and think, and look, and just everything about them and everything they do just amazes you.
when did this happen? when did we stop wearing light up sneakers? when did going to bed early become a good thing? when did play dates turn into dates? when did Dad stop being a superhero? when did we start using labels? when did weight stop determining what ride we could go on and start defining who we were? when did we start looking in the mirror and not liking what we saw? and when did our scars become on purpose?
"I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I wont tell them that people are starving in Chine or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have." -The Perks of Being A Wallflower