I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.
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.
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.
i dont trust people who are attracted to me…like why? write me a 10 page paper with a legitimate thesis and valid points backing up your claim or you fake.
if you like me i’ll literally never realize it until you tell me, “I like you” and even then I’m still not sure
SO MUCH NOTES FOR DAN AND SOME PEOPLE DONT KNOW WHO HE IS THAT IS WONDERFUL
I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
One of my biggest insecurities is my stretch marks. After I had my son I was covered in them. It’s been over two years and the deep gashes have made no progress on disappearing.
So in an attempt to try to not hate them (and myself) as much, here they are.
Women are incredible