I Hate Myself, But I’m Trying To Love Me One Day
I hate my brain. But I’m trying to find the beauty and love in it.
I hate my brain. But I’m trying to find the beauty and love in it.
Mother Nature knows that once a boy lets go of a girl, and a girl lets go of a boy, they’ll eventually grow from their temporary sorrow.
We are not prisoners of our pasts, but we are pioneers of our futures.
Fall in love with your failures. The events that shaped you into becoming who you are today.
The Sunday Scaries I think is a wake-up call to pursue what we really would like to do with our everyday lives because there is this lingering, stinky feeling that time is running out.
One day nothing will make sense, and you will be okay.
Love yourself for trying your best to get through it.
But here’s the comforting truth: You don’t have to pick one thing and deny all of your passions. No matter what anyone tells you having numerous interests is a gift and not a curse.
Remember: As long as you are breathing—it is never too late.
Be alive. Be yourself. Shine the brightest stars inside you. Be unapologetically you.