J.K.

You can like whatever you like. We're all aware of that to some extent. However, it's not actually that clear to a lot of people. We associate different things with packages. For example, we think that if you like one type of music, you also have to like the kind of clothes and literally everything associated with that music. This is what I like to call "the package problem". The thing is you actually can like all different types of things and they don't have to look good together. You can pick individual pieces of puzzle that you like and they don't have to match and make a picture. It's okay if it's just a mess. It's okay to feel a little bit of a different person every day. You don't have to restrict yourself in any way. You don't have to fit in any existing package, you can create your own, your own puzzle. It's okay to be in between, it's okay to be a mess.

Here's what I think it is. When we're children, we don't care. We love everything and we have the ability to believe in anything. We do not yet posses the ability to lie about ourselves and adjust our points of view to others. Later, different people come into our life and make us change by influencing us in all the different ways. We start believing magic isn't real and we want to grow up to be able to do what we want to. And then at some point, some of us realize what we've lost. Someday, we start wanting the magic back, we start loving the fairytales again. We catch ourselves trying to get back to the person we were at 10 years old, the truest version of ourselves. Don't lose your ability to imagine better along the way of growing up. It's the biggest loss of all.

I hate that we just settle for things. I hate that we settle for okay because we think it's enough. Okay is not enough. It's enough when it's marvelous. It's enough when it makes it hard to go to bed at night and easy to get up in the morning. It's enough when it gives you something to live for, something worth the struggle that living is. That's what enough is and nothing below that.

The greatest thing about books and the stories they hold, is that you can go back to them any time you need them. No story ever ends, no character ever leaves, they live on within the pages waiting, exactly where they were the last time, for you to come back

I’m close enough now to notice her light freckles that spread across her cheeks and nose. And I’m also close enough now to realize that no one ever came close enough to notice them before.

Find someone who will want to listen to your favorite song. Someone, who will want to read your favorite book and watch your favorite movie. Someone who will want to know every single detail about you because you’re their favorite person.

I usually look in the mirror and I don't like what I see. But when you take pictures of me and I look at them, I like them. I think I look nice in them. And that's what you do.

The problem isn’t you. It’s people who don’t understand there’s others who act and feel different than them and that it doesn’t mean they’re wrong. It’s okay if it’s not easy for you to leave the bed in the morning It’s okay if it isn’t easy for you to leave the house It’s okay if it isn’t easy for you to talk to people It’s okay if you think differently than someone else Your opinion and feelings are valid It’s okay if it’s hard for you to eat at a restaurant It’s okay if you like other things and people What isn’t okay is for you to feel wrong about feeling this way. Just because some people can’t see anything from another perspective other than their own, doesn’t mean you’re wrong. And you’re absolutely not the only one feeling this way. Believe me, even if a lot of people only pretend to suffer from anxiety nowadays and are almost glamorizing it, which is stupid because it’s a serious thing that can make your life a thousand times harder than it is, you’re not alone because there’s many others who really struggle with these issues daily. But that’s okay.

I love people that are different, strange, and creative. Just interesting. They make you see life in such a beautiful and poetic way that you often can't put into words.

I guess you know you love someone when you're truly in love with them and not the idea of being in love. When you want to be a around a them as much as possible. Even on their moody days, when they talk about their problems and feelings and you don't get fed up of it. When you stop noticing their messy hair, their imperfect skin, their body issues, instead you think they're perfect. When you want to talk the whole night through with them although you know they're a grumpy over thinker at 3am and you don't care about how miserable they look. When you listen to them although they're talking about something you know nothing about. When you get exited when they're exited even if you think it's pointless. When they're happiness becomes your happiness.

It's quite impressive how a bunch of teenagers on tumblr know how to treat people with equality and respect and understand the worlds problems better than a room full of politicians.

And at one moment of our laugh off, I stopped to look at you and I realized just how happy it makes me to see you laugh so genuinely and your happiness was my happiness. It felt like nothing else mattered, like there were no worries about tomorrow, for the first time in so long, I forgot that there was anything else than this very moment. It felt like the whole world stopped turning just to make this moment last forever. It was just a few seconds but in my entire life, I’ve never felt more thankful.

I bet if people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, they’d live a lot differently. Staring into something so big, endless, so majestic makes you realize how there are so many more possibilities than doing what you do all day, so many more important things than what you worry about right now..

Life is too short to not fall in love. Love as hard as you can. And do not feel stupid or wrong for being in love. It makes you confident and life’s so much more fun. Even if you do not believe it or mean it, pretend. No, don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about that boy. I’m talking about you. Go to the mirror and tell yourself how amazing and beautiful you are and that you are absolutely good enough no matter what anyone else says, whether it’s some strangers, people at school or even the way your friends or family make you feel sometimes. You are the only one who has power over your own thoughts and happiness. You matter so much and you affect so many people’s life in a positive way, just by existing. You deserve to love and to be loved. And no matter what other people think of it, it’s in no way selfish to think this way. You have gotten one life, one body and you are enjoying this to the fullest and there’s nothing wrong with that. Go on and eat McDonald’s. Go ahead and buy this shirt you were too afraid to buy because it was different from what others wear. Go and buy that dark lipstick you liked so much. Don’t be afraid, cut your hair the way you wanted to for such a long time. Dress the way you like. What people call you doesn’t matter as long as you feel good in the skin you’re in. Let them call you a slut or ugly, they’re probably just staring and talking because you look bloody gorgeous and you do what they’ve always wanted to do but they were too afraid. Life is too short not to fall in love… With yourself.