Posts tagged my philosophy.
Until you do anything to better this world, your opinion doesn’t fucking matter.
Because THAT is a law that we really need.
That is all.
I love this so damn much. Remember my past statements about my problem with running away from situations rather than dealing with emotional conflict? Here it is.
(via ohheyyitscourtneyy)
Saying what you mean is far more important than flattery. Beauty is not an attractive face or chest or legs, it is how in which they move. Being in a relationship means a lot less if you’re always in one. Waiting for the right person to come around may seem unappealing, but it is better than to settle for anyone. In order to care for somebody else, you need to be able to stand on your own two feet first. And if I’m not head over heels mad for him, I don’t want it.
Let me reiterate this, ya’ll.
(via cecinestpasunetumblog)
I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don’t tell truths. I tell what ought to be truth.
Blanche DuBois, A Streetcar Named DesireWe judge ourselves by what we are capable of doing, others judge by what they subjectively see in our pasts.
Day 22 - What makes you different from everyone else
Nothing I write here would make me sound any different from everyone else, because everyone else has probably said it before. However, I am quite different, regardless of how generic that sounds to those reading, unless you know me personally and can vouch.
I do everything with passion, I think about every situation 100x and then a bit more (no matter what it is.. never suspect me to be as careless as I seem), and I stand by all my beliefs. I do not care what anybody thinks, truly, because if something so bothers me, I just fade it out of my mind as quickly as I let it enter. I will dance around the halls or jump off a building, just because I do as I please.
What makes me feel so alone is that I feel no one believes the importance of genuinity as I do. There is no point in lying, and no time for hiding what you think and feel. All my friends are self conscious and lie to be liked. I like to look nice and be liked as much as the next person, but above all, I like to like MYSELF. I don’t think I would be so happy with myself if I was living to please people I don’t really care about enough in the first place. Everything I do is for me, which is why I don’t mind much that I’ll be getting out come August.
Life would be so much easier if everyone just said what they were thinking, confessed their true intentions.
I’m an open book. I say what I feel without filter and come on too strongly. It’s my nature and something I cannot help, but I am eternally truthful so I percieve it to be both my best and worst quality. But what so confuses is me is that somebody could be thinking so passionately about something, as I do, yet not say a damn thing. Happens all the time, I suppose. So when people casually mention something they had kept in secret, later down the line, I am so astonished because I never would have guessed what kind of thoughts they had. Know what I mean? Naivity at its best.
I want to believe that this is one of those situations. It would be so ideal if one day he just said to me, “Yes, I’ve noticed. I’ve noticed it all, everything, this whole time.”

