get growing.
i see so many girls and there’s so many different types of pretty… there’s like the honey, green tea pretty girls that like sitting outside and soaking up the sun…. the dark pretty with black eye make up and wild hair and piercings… the bad bitch pretty with killer highlight and striking style….. the lazy pretty girls with snapbacks and sneakers…. the bookish girls with glasses and sweaters that make your heart melt…. the soft Angel pretty girls who just look as sweet as a peach with soulful eyes…. the cute girls with chubby cheeks and messy hair and it seems like warmth emits from them… girls are so fucking beautiful
life rules
- you are never as awkward as you think you are
- you are never as annoying as you think you are
- you are never as boring as you think you are
- your compliments are never as creepy as you think they are
- you are way more wanted than you give yourself credit for
- chin up, dude
I wish mental illness was how it is in the movies; crying in your bathtub at 2 am and doing all of these wild things, and someone coming along to save you. But in reality you just lock yourself in your room all day and stare at the ceiling; and the world keeps moving around you but you just stand still.
I just need to start over
breathe fresh stale air
pickup new habits
it’s the only chance I have at being okay again
(via debbyryan)