“I’m that complicated, mysterious, yet content with the “simple” things in life. Don’t try to understand me; you won’t figure me out. But you’re free to like me the way I am.”
— Marwa Ayad
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
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i have a demo of a song but dk if i should put it up EH
- me: wow I'm fat
- me: maybe I look ok
- me: I AM PERFECT THE WAY I AM
- me: I'm fucking disgusting I'm losing weight now
- me: I am more than just my weight!
- me: who the fuck cares about anything
- me: I AM SO FAT.
- me: idk curves are beautiful i am beautiful
- me: i hate myself
My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthened me.
Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via wordsnquotes)
““Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn’t have the courage to say “yes” to life?””
— Paulo Coelho
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
- me: *is sick* aha i'll just sleep it off
- me: *is sad* aha i'll just sleep it off
- me: *is stressed* aha i'll just sleep it off
- me: *thinks about life in general* aha i'll just sleep it off
I don’t want my kids growing up afraid to tell me things. You drank? Okay. You smoked? Okay. You’re struggling? That’s alright. I want them to be able to talk to me without feeling like they’re going to be punished, so they end up isolating and keeping things from me. I want them to feel safe opening up to me without fear or judgment. When it’s hard to trust anyone nowadays, I want them to know I am always here, even when everyone leaves.
In Bed with the Bae
Her: Babe I wanna have a baby
Me: When?
Her: Right now… *Climbs on top of me*
Me: *Throws her off*
*pulls out Calendar*
Me: Uh uh. Look here.. right now it’s September and approximately 9 months from now it’ll be around June, which means there’s a strong chance our baby could be a Gemini. Too Risky. Let’s not.
- me: *is sick* aha i'll just sleep it off
- me: *is sad* aha i'll just sleep it off
- me: *is stressed* aha i'll just sleep it off
- me: *thinks about life in general* aha i'll just sleep it off
I asked my dad if I have ever made him cry in front of me before, because I don’t remember ever seeing him cry. He said, “Once.” He told me that when I was 3 years old, he laid out a pen, a dollar, and a toy of some sort in front of me. He wanted to see which one I would pick. I think that a lot of Chinese people do that… It represents what you’ll value most when you grow up. Like the pen is intelligence, money, is well, money, and the toy is fun. He was just doing it out of curiosity and boredom. It was interesting for him to see which one I’d pick anyway. He said that I just sat there and stared at the items. He sat across from me and waited patiently. According to him, I crawled towards them, he held his breath, and I pushed everything aside and went right into his arms. He didn’t realize that he was one of the choices. And that was the first, and the only time I made him cry.
well shit now u made me cry