I wish I had someone in my corner…besides family. Someone who would like me for me not what they think everyone in the fucking world should be like.
But I get it…I’m not the person some people want me to be and they use that to translate it into some kind of negativity on my part. It’s true though, at least not at the moment…no…I CAN’T be that person I “need” to be. I have too many “faults” and fears. Sometimes I feel ashamed of who I am and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I question why I think and act the way I do and sometimes I won’t. I just need to have someone come into my life and tell me for once: “It’s okay.” because the fact of the matter is I don’t see pretty in anyone and many times in anything and so of course they don’t see it in me. And an “it’s okay” from SOMEONE would change my life. That of course is a dream.
For me, the “art” of fashion is far more superior to me interest-wise than the actual “act” of style. I don’t know why. I mean I’ll never be able to afford a lot of this brand-name shit (unless I get a decent part-time job, start a big shot career, or with some good stroke of fortune hit the lotto and all of these possibilities are out-of-reach at the moment) but it looks DAMN good.
“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”—
“Let me tell you the story of Right Hand, Left Hand. It’s a tale of good and evil. Hate: it was with this hand that Cane iced his brother. Love: these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: static. One hand is always fighting the other hand, and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand, Love, is finished. But hold on, stop the presses, the right hand is coming back. Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes, now, that’s right. Ooh, it’s a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he’s down. Left-Hand Hate KOed by Love.”—Radio Raheem, Do the Right Thing
Sometimes, when people decide to leave you for good, you have to let them. No matter how much you don’t want them to, there are some things that are far beyond our control and even if you have the strength to fight for them, you have to accept the cold, harsh truth that the people you cannot live without, can live without you.
I reblogged this quote already but I wanted to post it again to remind myself. Nothing lasts forever…so why bother with anyone? Friends, boyfriends…anyone. What’s the point?
I figure making friends is like picking fruit right? Not all the ones in the tree or the field are going to be ripe enough with the qualities you seek. That’s why you’re a “farmer”. Inspect these motherfuckers before you pick ‘em. Saves you the trouble of having to deal with a bad apple and no one likes bad apples. They taste disgusting.
So there’s my horrible life-relevant metaphor of the day.
“That’s why I make the goofiest faces, I don’t want people to think I’m up here trying to be cute. I’m trying to entertain and entertaining is more than exuding sex appeal.”—Nicki Minaj (via fuckyeahharajukubarbie)
Everyone telling me to go out and do my own thing but is it a crime that I want substance? The type of substance that’s always hard to find. A type of substance that could help me to never make the same mistake twice. Substance that gives me unmovable mental stimulation. The unattainable SUBSTANCE. It always seems to illude me.
Hey you! Yea YOU. I’m not some security blanket you can put on and take off whenever you feel like it. I have feelings ya know…’cause I’m like…a person. Yea you know…a PERSON with a BRAIN, a HEART and everything in between with REAL blood flowing through my REAL body.