Ellen Nguyen

If you already know what you’re looking for and I’m just not it, do me a favor and make it clear to me.

If you loved yourself, you would accept your past, your flaws and every wrong turn you take.

She knows she is not her body, her face, her job, or her relationships with people.

I’m no longer thrilled by the sign of danger and moments that give me instant gratification but would ultimately ruin me.

He isn’t around to spend the night or sit listening to her stories at any dinner table but he’s always there on every puff of cigarettes she takes, every shot of Vodka she tries to get drunk on and every kiss she mindlessly places on a stranger’s lips.

When you truly like someone, they might not know you do. At least not vocally. Not so soon yet. Because you’re not going to throw your words around like it doesn’t mean a thing.

It scares you because you don’t know how much power it has over you, especially when it’s a love that’s left undone, that remains a possibility and millions of what-ifs.

I became the girl who was in love with a guy who didn’t see me the same way, the girl who was too smart to lie to herself but did it anyway, and the girl who never quite knows how to let go.

You see your body through the eyes of those Instagram fitness girls, of Victoria’s Secret models, of movie stars, of all the boys you have been in love with and all the people who don’t matter to you.

When a guy shows that he doesn’t care about you, he really doesn’t care about you.

I just wanted to run away from the whole world even though I knew there was no place for me to escape from that nightmare.

Honestly, I don’t know if these guys are really weird, creepy, racist people, or they just have no experience talking to women of a different race/ country at all so they end up saying all the wrong, offensive things.

Tinder wouldn’t be Tinder without the racists.

You are comfortable calling them (or them calling you) for random reasons or no reason at all.

They’re curious about their surroundings and never stop learning.

Be prepared because I will Freud the fuck out of you.

It’s about me having been lost, desperate, clueless, lacked self-esteem and boundaries and now me living life at my own pace, learning to feel whole and become a better person.

I can’t remember how many times I had to tell the person I was on a date with that I’m being quiet doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself, it’s just my way of being (and probably my resting bitch face), and that their rambling is actually much appreciated.