People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
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| — | William H. Woodwell Jr. (via thosewho-wander) |
You love your face.
Pep Talk: Nobody else has your eyes or your skin. No one’s face wrinkles and moves in quite the same way yours does. Your wonderful face says what you don’t have the words to say. It works hard for you everyday and it deserves some appreciation.
Today remind yourself: I love my face.
Love it.
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This is my third tattoo and definitely the most meaningful. It’s a quote from one of my favorite books, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. When I read this book, I related to the main character, Charlie, so much that it helped me understand and overcome some complicated experiences in my life. I chose this particular quote because of its optimism and to remind me that I can get through anything, no matter how high the obstacle.
Pat at White Lotus in Toms River, NJ did the lettering :]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq2s4kyoLD1qzabkfo1_1280.jpg)
This is my third tattoo and definitely the most meaningful. It’s a quote from one of my favorite books, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. When I read this book, I related to the main character, Charlie, so much that it helped me understand and overcome some complicated experiences in my life. I chose this particular quote because of its optimism and to remind me that I can get through anything, no matter how high the obstacle.
Pat at White Lotus in Toms River, NJ did the lettering :]
Look let’s take a fucking risk . let’s spill our heart’s out to each other . hope for the best . then when we nearly forget eachother . hope for the best for one another .
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| — | (via livelovelaughthendie) |
We didn’t just break up a couple months ago, we broke up a couple years ago. We didn’t get back together and then break up once or twice or three times; it wasn’t like that. Instead, he kept me within an arms length. When he needed me, he pulled me back in, showering me with apologies and confessions of his love. The little heartbroken pieces inside me cheered because the one thing they wanted was finally happening! My heart’s first love, the one who understands me like no one else, who makes me feel like no one else, came back. He pulled me back into his arms and embraced me, promising a renewed relationship. Then, just as quickly as he reached for an embrace, he shoved me away. And this didn’t just happen once. It happened over, and over, and over again. Blinded by my love for him, I accepted his excuses and alibis. But this last time was different. He went too far. Or maybe I’ve just finally learned my lesson. I really hope I have…
The kiss was very sweet but I found myself questioning it, doubting it before it had even ended. It’s not you it’s me. But it’s also him, and the one before him, and a million let downs and meaningless words flung around before even that. Perhaps you’ll become a part of that list one day, but I hope you thaw me out a little first, remind me that things can be wonderful, for a time.
