Books & Cats

You are not free until you have no need to impress anybody.

The best way to appreciate your job is to imagine yourself without one.

Somedays I wish I could make you feel and live the pain you caused me. Somedays, I’m reminded that despite it all, you still were one of the best parts of my life, of me. And somedays, I just miss you.

But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself any more. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

Sometimes all the person needs is a hug.

I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.

This ain’t no inspirational post b

If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me…And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.

You’re still okay. Even when your eyes prick with tears, And when your lungs are closing in. When your smile is stretching, While your heart is shrinking. When your loved ones race the wind in leaving, And you’re sitting alone with your shadows entrapping you. You are okay when your whole world is crumbling apart, When your wings are breaking. You’re still okay when you’re fighting, Even though you know you’re fighting a losing battle. That doesn’t stop you. That’s how you know, You are more than you give yourself credit for. You are what makes you okay.