2017 goals
- wear cute clothes
- be more mysterious (?)
- make at least 1 person fall in love w me
- do what i want
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You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in.
You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.
(via aureat)
Baby girl, you are beautiful.
Your smile illuminates my heart with every sparkle to exist in the universe, and it’s time you felt it too.
Baby girl, growing up is tough.
The bullies will laugh your stomach out of the room, and your heart will drop just to fill the empty space inside. Look past that, please. Forget that their words ever meant to matter.
Baby girl, you’re going to feel different.
The world is going to seem so perfectly aligned all the time, and goddamn if you could be too, you would be too. Your mind is the darkest monster you’re going to battle, but sometimes it’s okay to tell it to just shut up.
Baby girl, there will be days when you can’t bear anything.
Your crying will turn to an overwhelming sense of numbness, and your head will pound. You’ll question your existence in every possible way and wonder if you’re worth the life you’ve been given. You are. You’re worth every second.
Baby girl, you’ll feel alone.
You’ll lie awake at night with a pen in hand, scratching out love letters that you don’t ever address. Stop searching for love, it comes for you.
Baby girl, friends can be mean too.
You don’t need to compromise yourself all the time to satisfy the needs of others. You are an independent woman, act like it.
Baby girl, being 13 doesn’t equate to maturity.
There is no need to prove yourself with first kisses, desperation, drugs, sex, anything that the world tells you to get dressed for. Goddamn baby girl, grow up at your own pace.
Baby girl, don’t be petty.
I know the kids around you bask in gossip and lies and hateful words I hope you never speak, but you’ll be so much happier when you can treat every person you meet with a degree of respect. This is maturity.
Baby girl, study hard.
Middle school, high school, I know it’s a drive down into hell, but make the best of it. Don’t get caught up in that boy who doesn’t like you back, or the girl who keeps talking behind your back. Worry about things that benefit you.
Baby girl, you’re going to be so confused.
You’ll spend so many days wondering who you really are, what you want, where you’re going. Don’t worry about figuring it all out just yet. You’ll grow into the person you’re going to be slowly, and it’s going to be uncomfortable, but don’t force it.
Baby girl, you’re going to feel heartbreak.
Heartbreak lasts a long time, and it leaves you with some scars and a need to write angsty poetry to drive it all away. It doesn’t last forever, so don’t pretend that it will. Go out and live.
Baby girl, don’t let grades or test scores define you.
Whether you score poorly or score extremely well, the only thing that should define you, is you.
Baby girl, be confident.
Wear confidence like a stamp, show it off with pride. Love yourself and who you are. You might not know it yet, but your confidence is what’s going to bring the world to your feet. Let it grow on you, fake it until you make it.
Baby girl, nothing matters more than your happiness.
Read that to yourself every day. Do the things that make you happy. Your main goal in life should be to achieve happiness, those career goals and family desires are only tools to achieve that.
Baby girl, stand up for yourself.
Stand up until your legs hurt. Make your voice heard, and don’t let an injustice pass through your ears if it makes you cringe.
Baby girl, you are beautiful.
My goodness, if you haven’t figured this out by now, you are so beautiful. You’re going to grow up so much in these next few years, but don’t forget that you’re beautiful. Because baby girl, you are beautiful. Let it sink in.
Things I wish I could tell my younger self. Things I will tell my daughter. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)
man, teenaged girls aren’t allowed to have a genuine interest in anything without being ridiculed for it. if a girl likes ugg boots and starbucks she’s stupid and stereotypical, but if she likes combat boots and obscure coffee houses she’s a hipster wannabe and is trying too hard. if a girl listens to boy bands and other popular artists she’s a dumb follower, if she reads comics or plays video games she’s a poser/fake geek girl, if she likes sex she’s a slut but if she doesn’t like sex she’s a prude, if she wears makeup she’s fake but if she doesn’t wear makeup she’s a slob, if she has low self-esteem she needs to learn to love herself but if she has high self-esteem she’s overconfident and vain, if she’s interested in politics she’s a crazy social justice warrior but if she prefers to stay out of social matters she’s a dumb airhead. girls are literally mocked for every single thing they like or do, no matter what those things are, and i’m really really sick of it.
When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white.
(My love is true)
You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life. But you didn’t love her. Because you don’t destroy people you love.
Grey’s Anatomy (via perrfectly)
You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life. But you didn’t love her. Because you don’t destroy people you love.
Grey’s Anatomy (via perrfectly)
I used to think love was so beautiful.
That the person you love,
would never hurt you.
That I was the lucky one.
Until it left me heartbroken,
Crying for hours,
With a pounding headache.
Refusing to eat because I felt like I was going to puke 24/7
My heart literally breaking.
You can’t even describe the gut wrenching feeling.
I used to think love was beautiful
Until it tore me apart,
In ways that I never imagined it could.
(via melindacarolinee)
Society puts too much emphasis on physical beauty.
And this, we all know.
But when I tell a girl that she’s beautiful, and she laughs as if it’s a joke,
I have to wonder.
Or when I tell a boy that his smile is glorious, and the first thing to slip his mouth is
“Kids used to make fun of my teeth, you know? I don’t like my smile much.”
I can’t help but be concerned.
Because I see myself in them.
I don’t fully believe anyone who tells me I’m beautiful,
immediately I search for an ulterior motive.
And whenever I’m complimented, I remember each and every hateful word that once hung on my shoulders.
It’s only when someone compliments something other than my physical beauty that I embrace it.
So when I tell the boy that he is unimaginably intelligent,
he blushes, and takes it bashfully.
Society has put so much emphasis on physical beauty,
that it has caused us to deny our own.Your physical beauty exists.
And it is much more than what you have been trained to see.
On Physical Beauty. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)
