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You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.
It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.
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We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.
John C. Moffi (via thelovejournals)
There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.
Emery Allen (via perrfectly)
Things I learned at 16 but wish someone could have warned me about earlier:
1) Family is the shittiest thing you will probably ever experience but at the end of the day they’re always there, whether you need a shoulder to cry on or you need a good meal.
2) Fuck love. At 16 all you need is yourself, you need to love yourself as much as possible, because you’re the only person who will always be by your side.
3) avoid drama.
4) friends come and go, some will be temporary some will be forever. Trust me you’ll know the difference.
5) hold on to the people you love as much as you can because when they’re gone, they may never come back.
6) when you feel like you can’t talk to anybody… Write, even if it’s just for yourself, do it, I promise you will feel so much better in the end.
7) your pet is the best person to tell your secrets to (they never spill).
8) read. Read books, read lots of books. Read when you’re sad, when you’re happy, when you’re overwhelmed, when you’re anxious. Just read.
9) time doesn’t heal everything, sleep does. So when you feel like you’ve had the worst day of your life. Eat a good meal, then sleep it off.
10) don’t waste all your money on stupid shit you don’t need. Save up. You never know when you might need that money.
11) always keep a diary, take it with you everywhere. Keep your thoughts in there, you’ll appreciate it in the future.
12) don’t worry too much about anything, take risks, experience life, be happy.
13) sixteen year old boys are full of shit. Don’t let them fuck with you like that because trust me, you’re not “the only one” he talks to.
14) focus on your education. It’s worth it.
15) don’t listen to everything your parents tell you, they aren’t you, and sometimes they actually don’t know what’s best for you.
16) always follow your heart and trust your instincts. You’ll be fine.
16 things I learned by the age of 16
(It’s 4am and I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d write this instead.)
(It’s 4am and I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d write this instead.)
You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.
Ray Bradbury
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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.
It’s not that I don’t love you. (via bbypout)
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