I'm not always honest to myself in reality on how i feel, what i think, and basically everything. This blog is dedicated to the things I want to say but cant, things i feel but choose not to show and basically everything that make me who I am. This blog is my heart. This blog consist's of the things that are apart of me, that I choose not to show to people in person but wish I could.
This blog will always be an honest reflection of myself. Everything I love: shows and movies, everything i feel, everything that i think is funny, everything that either makes me happy.. or sad. This blog shows truly what is inside my brain, my heart, and my soul. I hope you all enjoy. <3
Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we’re told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe… it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is… just… moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.”
― Greg Behrendt
Now light, that’s a good metaphor for the spread of kindness…That’s how I like to think of kindness, I guess, as little rays of light that eminate out from the interactions you have with people…And you can tell the people who have had a lot of experience with kindness; they glow like they do have a lot of tiny candles burning inside them