“I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open; but when we burst open and think we are dying; we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before.”
Strong Island is the only place to spend your summer vacation.
Hope is never gone, it’s just ignored.
If your peace and acceptance is contingent on someone else, and if your hope is external, you do not really have any of those things.
The truth inside you will win out eventually. Or it will drive you mad. Your truth isn’t a passing thought or feeling that will just dissipate one day. You won’t get over what’s really meant for you.
Yo, dudes, we’re not looking for supermen (or women). We’re looking for real, loving, genuine, kick-butt people who lift us up and make us happy.
Thank you for loving me when I didn’t love myself.
The phone numbers of people you should never have the option to contact again if and when temptation strikes, social media connections with the people you feel you have to constantly prove yourself to and the general presence of those who you’ve simply grown out of.