“She was beautiful, but not like the girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile even when she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful deep down to her soul.”

-F. Scott Fitzgerald


Effervescent

To be able to slip out of your own body and become whoever you wish to be.
If only for a moment passing by, just to escape from the grip you’ve created in your own mind.
The same grip that drags you down past the point of despair.
To be whoever you want to be. Oh, how marvelous that would feel.
To be full of life and love and feel whole by yourself.
No one needed to fill the empty gaps and cracks of your lonely castle you built for yourself.
Perhaps to wallow in your pain with dignity.
Oh, to be someone else.
To dive into the ocean without fear of sinking into its cold, dark, depths.
To take a risk.
To walk boldly and without fear of what is ahead.
To set out to achieve the dreams you once thought were so unattainable.
So out of reach.
Some day.
You will find the strength. The courage to venture the unknown.
You will feel the yearning inside of you to break loose from your rusted chains.
To be free.
To be alive.


It is that time of the year again, folks.

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Marry someone who lets you have a bite of their brownie, even when you said you weren’t hungry. Marry someone who laughs at the same things you do. Marry someone who kisses your nose on a cold day. Marry someone who you can watch Disney movies with. Marry someone who is proud of you whether you earn £5 a week or £5,000 a week. Marry someone who you can tell everything to. Marry someone who isn’t afraid or embarrassed to hold your hand in public. Marry someone who lets you take over when decorating a cake. Marry someone who you can spend the day in Ikea with without feeling stressed. Marry someone who wraps you up inside their coat in the winter. Marry someone who accepts your fears and phobias. Marry someone who gives you butterflies every time you hear their key in the door. Marry someone who you don’t always have to shave your legs for. Marry someone who accepts you all day every day, even when you don’t look or feel your best. Marry someone who puts three sugars in your tea, despite telling them “just the two”. Marry someone who doesn’t judge you when you eat your body weight in cookies. Marry someone who doesn’t make you want to check your phone, because you know they will reply. Marry someone who waits with you to get on the train. Marry someone who understands that you need to be alone sometimes. Marry someone who gets on well with your parents and isn’t uptight about family events. Marry someone who calms you down when you get mad about stupid stuff, and never tells you it’s “only stupid stuff”. Marry someone who makes you want to be a better person. Marry someone who makes you laugh. Marry someone who you love. Marry your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.

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holy shit. this is perfect.

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Soon.

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One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.

toxic.

I am my own worst enemy and my closest friend.

I only build myself so I can tear myself down over and over again.

Drop by drop I evaporate every ounce of whatever self-esteem I have left.

I give it up so easily.

It’s easy.

I am my own worst enemy and my closest friend.

I tell myself that I am going to be ok.

But I tell myself that I don’t deserve to be ok.

I tell myself that one day I will see myself the way others do.

But I tell myself that no matter what, I will never be good enough.

I am my own worst enemy and my closest friend.

I tear myself down because I have to.

I am my closest friend.

I do it to protect myself.

How can anyone else hurt you when you hurt yourself even more?


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me

This is my life right now.


i feel completely alone. 


all the little things.

How is it that the thing that can make you feel the most secure, also makes you the most insecure? One minute you feel great and nothing can phase you…..then out of nowhere that security is now feeling threatened by another person. It doesn’t matter who that person is…..could be a friend, acquaintance, a stranger passing by, even an actress in a movie. One glance and your confidence is shattered. Was it really ever confidence to begin with? Sure you’ve had your dark times, but you just recently started feeling a little less like you’re being dragged against the pavement with all of your imperfections. Little taunts and jeers that you will never be like that girl. Of course everyone says that you don’t have to be like that girl to be beautiful or worth something. You aren’t alone for a reason. Someone sees something in you. Then why is it that that someone also sees things in other people that catch their eye long enough for you to notice? You will never have the same dark billowing curls as she does. You will never have the same flawless skin as she does. You will never have the cute little nose that she does. You will never be as thin as she is. You don’t have curves in the right places as she does. You will never be as much of a woman as she is. You will never be as endearing as she is. You will never have the confidence that she does. Because you are you. And you can’t accept that. 


Keep the faith.

To all of the girls who will always wonder if they are going to be enough. To all of the girls who live in constant fear of being left for someone better. To all of the girls who try to be perfect for someone else. To all of the girls who feel like no one truly cares. To all of the girls who don’t have someone to tell them that they are worth it. To all of the girls who just want to feel wanted. To all of the girls who get walked over for being nice. To all of the girls who give themselves away because they think that maybe he’ll change his mind and stick around. To all of the girls who feel empty. To all of the girls who feel lost. To all of the girls who feel broken.  To all of the girls who think that they don’t have a chance. To all of the girls who just want to feel cared for.

Keep your head up. You have a beautiful heart.