The best revenge is not caring what other people think; not letting their actions affect you, not seeing yourself through their eyes, not trying so hard to impress them and learning that they’re not superior just because they have things you don’t have.
It’s fighting to see yourself as worthy, even when you’re constantly told that you’re not good enough. It’s fighting to appreciate who you’ve become, while still making goals to reach towards.
I love when people give me nicknames, even when I say I hate them. There aren’t a lot of fun, cute ways to shorten my name, but there’s still something so intimate when someone finds a way to, anyway. I like the feeling that someone knows me so well that we become an informality; I like knowing that they, and they alone, have a word that stands just for me.
The sad thing is, no matter how good or kind or gentle you are, there are going to be people out there who would like to do nothing more than to tear you down.
Your 20s are for choosing self-love over yesterday, today, and tomorrow’s almost love.
Love yourself enough to demand the respect you deserve from everyone else around you because you are worth it.
It is possible to be the girl who’s independent, and still depend on the guy she loves. It is possible to be the woman who’s strong, and even stronger with her man by her side.
One-sided love is not love. It’s torture. It’s waiting for something that might never happen. It’s looking at someone who doesn’t see you. It’s thinking about someone day and night while you probably never cross their mind.
I don’t drink coffee, cigarettes are anathema, and I hate everyone else’s addictions with as much conviction as I love their counterparts.
Q: What if I hate marketing? A: That’s ok. I hate marketing also.