When life knocks you down, you have to force yourself to get up and continue living or else you will be left behind.
By 31 I have lived to understand that heartbreaks and heartquakes are inevitable when in love, and I better learn to live with them than run away and devaluate this feeling.
If you’re not doing something that makes you happy then you’re wasting your life.
You never truly know what life has in plan for you, but expecting certain things by certain ages will be one of the only things that will kill you while you’re still alive.
There is no point getting caught up with your own anger and sadness. You can’t control everything. Shit hits the fan — and when it does, smile and laugh at the amazing mess that life is.
I’m starting to think that I can earn my success and enjoy myself too. I’m slowly coming to terms with my need to be busy to feel like I’m achieving something worthwhile.
I have learned that stepping outside of your comfort zone often leads to fond discoveries.
Take off the clothes, the makeup, the body type — and underneath it all — underneath all of that stuff — is a human. Under the skin, we are all flesh and blood with a miraculous beating heart, doing the best we can, every single day.
You still feel a pang of pain, or maybe a tad bit more when you remember them, but the thing is, you’re okay.
I’ve experienced a few hard lessons on how my real life can be affected by the crazy shit I write.