“Let me put it this way, if Paris and NY were men, Paris would be more like the romantic guy that opens the door for you before you get into a car, you know, that guy who is so charming and perfect in every way, the safe bet, he almost seems too perfect. New York, however, would be the guy that just comes and sweeps you off your feet, that guy who takes your breath away, literally. The one you meet and almost instantly fall in love with, the one who is very difficult to trust but even more difficult to forget, that is New York. So let me ask you something, who would you take, Paris or New York?”—Andy Torres (via say-quack)
because chances are, you’re not really tired. You’re just being lazy. Suck up your self pity and pathetic excuse for exhaustion and do work. Focus on the many tasks at hand. If you don’t start them now, you’ll have less time to do them later. The days down to hours are seeping through your…
Hypocrisy, violence, threats, tantrums, alcohol and insults. Its becoming near impossible to brush all that off. My sought happiness is to be put on hold again because you claim to hold the ability and authority to control it.
“Frustration” doesn’t even suffice to what i feel right now. I’m learning to bottle up everything, but one day I’m going to have to let it out. Now this is my threat : These restrictions have only made the forbidden fruit more alluring. If you haven’t noticed whenever I have freedom in my hands, I take advantage of it be because I’m unaware of the next time I’ll have it. Just watch what happens if you keep these restrictions up. I hope you know all the harm you have, and continue to inflict has really fucked me up. I’ve already adapted quirks out of trauma. I want it to stop.
I want to be taught something new every day. I want to learn about someone’s opinions and perspectives, even if they’re very different from my own. I want to spend days at art museums instead of movie theaters. I don’t know. It’d just be nice to meet someone with an open mind, good spirit, and genuine interest.
What I am about to tell you is not justified by my affection for you.
I know I cannot speak for everyone if I speak of your physical appearance, but what is in your heart and mind is beautiful. Your only blemish is the disbelief in yourself. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and you bear the authority to sell yourself short; but why would you? Why on Earth would you choose to tell yourself something so discouraging? You know telling yourself this absurd insult will do nothing but harm. There will be enough people who will come into your life and hurt your feelings, that’s inevitable. Why be one of them?
You have such great potential, it’s near intimidating. You are one of the few who actually have morals, short and long term goals. What’s really “unimportant” are those who make you feel unimportant. Surround yourself with what makes you happy and keeps you motivated.
Do not think you are anything less than amazing.
Do not undervalue yourself.
Today was the chillest hot Sunday in a while. And it was well spent with my mom. It was refreshing to know how we’re able to talk about our concerns. For once there was zero judgement and I was able to open up about what’s been going on in my life. Talked about some serious things. I hope we have days like this again.