Whatever comes, let it come,
what stays let stay,
what goes
let go.
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Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship.
I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone.
But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore.
I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you?
It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning.
The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together.
Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.
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Big eyes and an even bigger heart that was sheltered beneath layers of scars and bruises that people could see if she let them. If she decided to let you in then you were not aware of the amount she cared for you. The amount it took for her to tell you things that made her look far out in the distance, things that tugged at her heart and her mind in the early hours of the morning…
If she let you see past the first five layers she had created in defence to judgemental eyes and venom soaked words, then you meant more to her than you ever realized. Whether or not you stuck around, whether or not you stayed to reveal another layer, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that she let you see parts of herself that no one else had seen. That’s what matters.
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In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you are wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
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— C.S. Lewis (via favoritism)
(via restlessa-dolescence)
My writing is too beautiful to have him in it.
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— Excerpt from a book I will never write #802 (via excerptsofstories)
Change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or even why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way.
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