Did U Ever Feel Like U R Socially Unaccepted?

You don’t just return to yourself by meditating and working out. You return when you finally stop lying to yourself. When you stop romanticizing a situation that’s actively recycling the pain you said you wanted to outgrow.

I’m simultaneously the most obsessive most detached girl in the world

You wouldn’t believe me but ..You and those people I call “friends ”

It’s official Jeff doesn’t have Botox and David is the sexiest man alive

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.

(via amargedom)

““I thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.””

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I find it both fascinating and terrifying that everyone has their own story to tell and yet we barely manage to catch the smallest glimpses of them. We judge someone on what we think we know about them, and it hardly ever occurs to us that the only thing we really know is the way people present themselves to others. We only ever get to see the good parts they decide to show us. It’s scary to think that there is a girl we all know who hides her bruises underneath heavy scarves and turtlenecks, and her pain behind a smile. That the boy around the corner cries himself to sleep every night because he can’t find it in himself to get up every morning and face the world that’s always been too hard on him. We pass men in the streets who just broke up with their girlfriends, their hearts heavy with grief because they would pull down the stars for them but don’t feel like they’re enough. We meet people who cheated and others who were cheated on, we talk to people who buried their darkest secrets so deep in their hearts, they wonder why they poison them from within. We talk about the most basic things, but we never learn that these people may still suffer from their parents’ divorce, that they lost the love of their life, that they have a brother or a mother or a father they don’t speak to anymore. That they wish they had someone to talk to about these kind of things, the relevant things, the strokes of fate and tragedies that really make us who we are and shape us as people. Strangers you’ve never met could have gone through the same thing you did. People you’ve known all your life could be struggling to hold on, to keep fighting - and you’d never know. It’s frightening, isn’t it? We only ever see what others want us to see. And that’s why we shouldn’t be so quick to judge.

(via ninasdrafts)

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”

— C.S. Lewis

it’s 12:04 in the afternoon, and i’m here in my messy bedroom. My head is kind of against the wall, my back on the pillow and i don’t know how to explain - seriously, how can i be a good writer?

right now, i don’t know my purpose. i think i’ve forgotten what i really want to do with my life. i’m so bored. ugh, idk