Thought.is

Everything, I mean everything becomes an oil-blotting sheet.

Do you expect me to walk this world completely open to you? An open book, clearly written, easily delivered. Fuck that. In a world of online profiles and the 5 second first impression swipe, you want me to show myself to you fully? What would that do? How would you survive so much honesty? So I will not.

If you want to change but don’t think you’re capable, remind yourself that you are wonderful by saying it in the mirror. Say it for as long as you must to actually believe it