It's Okay To Be Bad In Someone's Story

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

You might feel insecure about yourself and doubt your abilities but just know that there is one person who is soulfully rooting for you. Don't doubt yourself, you are special and important for someone. you are worthy of being loved. you are worthy of being heard.

just look how rare and beautiful you are !!

"I made a mistake in what I did. The past few days, I didn't feel like myself. I was being brutal and rude. According to what you've told me, all the men in your life—aside from your father—have treated you cruelly and crudely. And I've devoted my entire being to avoiding being one of those. Unfortunately, I have in fact joined that group. I apologise." (a note found in a guy's diary)

"She studied the mythical book while seated in the library, holding a coffee in one hand and a pen in the other. She was so immersed in her book that she didn't even realize she had been disconnected from reality." - Devi

Its really important!

Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

Roses don't bloom quickly because, like any great work of art, beauty needs time to develop. Our love also blossoms in a very gradual, lovely way at its own speed, much like the rose. It's so lovely to witness how our relationship emits beautiful, wonderful sentiments at its own speed. Sometimes the thorns serve as a reminder that love may be painful, but the roses serve as a diversion and convince me that our love is also filled with beauty, affection, and passion. The rose will always represent how we are at our core true romantics.

(One week to go for valentine's day)

Soft drizzles outside, cup of coffee on the side, wearing cozy clothes, reading a book, notes scattered all over, soft songs playing in the background,being delusion, and there's some sort of peace in the room....probably this is what it means to live in the present.

He is the gentleman in my eyes. He is such a kind man, and he rejoices when I get home safely. He is a person who enjoys learning specifics about my day. Someone who looks out for my overall health and wellbeing. Someone who will remind me to get a good night's sleep so I can wake up early on the days of my exams. During my difficult day, he is someone who keeps telling me, "You will rock it." someone who offers me their prayers for a positive day at school. He is not the person I refer to as my lover, but rather as my best friend. I would defend my best buddy from everyone who is against him.