Most people believe that the longer you hold on and hang in there measure how strong you are. But lately I’ve realized, it takes more strength to just let go. x
How much more longer?
I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s not all that great. It feels heavy, and then it feels light for quite a bit… But when it all gets quiet— it becomes clear to me that I’m alone. Then everything I’ve been trying to put off starts rushing in. And then it gets heavier than ever. I feel it piling. It’s so heavy. I’m scared it won’t get any lighter. No one can possibly help me, but myself. I know it’s my weight to bear.
They say it’s about the size of my fist. But how could it possibly weigh this much? I think it’s broken. The pain is not so much as to kill me, yet not so little as to let me live.
How much more longer?
If a girl understands your bullshit, sticks through your mistakes, smiles even when you’ve done nothing for her, its obvious she’s a keeper. But it’s also obvious you don’t deserve her.
(via billienotbilly)
Unfortunately,
People like finding faults in others to boost their egos. It’s always easier for them to believe the negative things about you. Common people are drawn to gossip. They find comfort in your flaws. They hold on to your mistakes, and adore your downfalls. Not to mention any bit of success you attain..Oh how they despise those! No matter how hard you try, they’ll always choose to believe otherwise. Don’t even bother, there’s no pleasing a judgmental eye.
Just a thought! x
“When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I’m already better than them.”
Marilyn Monroe ➹❤
Doubt whom you will,
but never yourself.” -Christine Bovee
“It’s better to journey than to arrive.” -Robert Louis Stevenson
YUMMMMM! ❤｡ ◕‿◕｡
Frozen Yogurt ♡♡♡
Here’s a close-up picture of my tattoo.
I’ve always been the type to plan out my every single move in life, but this one happened to be a product of the spur of the moment. I got this done over a year ago, and I still can’t believe I actually got myself to do it. It’s like one moment it wasn’t there; then the next moment, there it was. I don’t regret getting it. It’s delicately small and pretty. “Quite dainty!” as Paul would say. I guess this tattoo will always remind me that the best things in life are unrehearsed. ♥
Shout out to My Boyfriend and I’s tattoo artist, Bruce! Nicely done, my man :)
