Happy girls who hide their sad days and their pain from people in their lives and from themselves are not happy girls. They are girls pretending to be happy.
How I almost booked a ticket to San Fransisco the other night even though that would be a 10/10 terrible decision. And that the reason I changed my mind and didn’t was because a tarot reader told me not to.
You know what, I don’t think I need coffee right now. I’ve already had like five cups.
Independence is fucking lonely.
Stalk myself on Instagram.
The love you choose is more of a reflection of who you are than who he is.
“I wanna be the very best…”
You’re going to keep being fat unless you change the way you eat, just like your life is going to keep sucking unless you change the way you live.
If you have a burning inner desire, honor it. Slowly start to take steps toward making it come true. The fear is a good sign. It’s a journey of getting to know yourself.