If anyone ever makes you feel badly about the way you look, just remember that it’s what’s inside that counts, and inside you are a super spooky skeleton. Shed your useless flesh prison and terrify those who have wronged you.
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let me tell you something:
no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered
and think -
damn, you are beautiful.no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and
assemble them into a beautiful whole.hell,
you won’t even look at yourself and think -
I made broken look beautiful.you know why?
because all those writers lied to you.
yes,
all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and
blood dripping down chins,
pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like
hurricanes.liars.
so you and i,
we are going to make a plan.you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror,
you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you
but still writes about you.here is what you are going to romanticize instead:
you are going to romanticize the first day of spring,
its gentle hands all over your body,
lifting you up until you are as light as a feather.you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love,
no hurricanes,
but sunshine that builds you up from within,
that helps you make it through the worst days.you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend
in yours,
telling you that it is going to be okay.because it is.
and don’t trust poets,
we’re no good,
we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality -
there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and
empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls.you know what is beautiful, instead?
the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile,
scars and all.music that makes your soul flow like a river,
books that offer comfort,
families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm,
friends that give you strength when you can find none,
lovers who make you laugh through tears.baby,
from now on
you are going to romanticize healing;honey dripping down your fingertips,
August nights that stick to your skin,
the day you find your purpose,
long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now.bad news:
no one is coming to save you.good news:
you can save yourself.
Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)
do u ever wonder what ur most noticeable feature is like what do people see first when they look at u
could someone like look @ a pic of me and tell me plz im so curious now
That’s what you do when you want something. You don’t look for reasons why it won’t work. You look for reasons why it will.
Taylor Jenkins Reid, Maybe in Another Life (via books-n-quotes)
hey if you ever tell someone they’re stupid for getting an arts degree do me a favor and
-never watch a movie or play again
-never watch tv or Netflix again
-never listen to music again
-never watch a recital again
-never look at another painting, photo, or statue
-never play a video game again
-never read a book again
and return to your judgmental ass Puritan lifestyle
I think, every once in a while, we need to step back and look at situations and realize that we know ourselves better than anyone else. We live with ourselves everyday. We are the ones who have our thoughts. We are the ones who know our intentions. Stop letting people tell you who you are.
nocolorsnofun (via wnq-writers)
my waitress was pouring me more coffee and she said “sorry there such tiny cups” and I accidentally said “they sure are handsome little boys” and she just looked at me and walked away I don’t think I’m going to be able to look her in the eye for the rest of the meal or ever come back here again
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