It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
I have to remind myself sometimes that even when I feel like I don’t matter, I do. We get so blinded by other people’s light that we forget to enjoy our own. Your stars are just as bright, important and lovely. We are all flawed. We are all trying. We all have work to do. Remember your worth and acknowledge your hard work thus far.
We think sometimes we’re only drawn to the good, but we’re actually drawn to the authentic. We like people who are real more than those who hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties.
People want this massive list of things in a relationship, I just want someone to fucking love me.
My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without becoming one. More opportunities will present themselves, you will find hope again.
College kids walk around in a suspended state of panic. And if ever they start to feel relaxed, it’s because they’ve forgotten something that’s probably due tomorrow.
I don’t give a fuck what people think because people don’t think
The one thing I know for sure is that feelings are rarely mutual, so when they are, drop everything, forget belongings and expectations, forget the games, the two days between texts, the hard to gets because this is it, this is what the entire world is after and you’ve stumbled upon it by chance, by accident––so take a deep breath, take a step forward, now run, collide like planets in the system of a dying sun, embrace each other with both arms and let all the rules, the opinions and common sense crash down around you. Because this is love kid, and it’s all yours. Believe me, you’re in for one hell of a ride, after all––this is the one thing I know for sure.