Everyone has a story

question what the tv tells you, question what a pop star sells you, question mom and question dad, question good and question bad

I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.

The best kind of people are the ones who come into your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people who believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people who love you, simply for being you.

Give yourself some credit for how far you’ve come.

Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

here’s a little burst of emotion which i scribbled during my woolf class yesterday:

“The most beautiful people I have ever met are the ones who always see life in full colour. They are the ones who have been through hell and back and still stop to savour the parts of life that many seldom pay attention to … These are the people I admire most because no matter how much they have suffered, they will always find a reason to make the best of this imperfect world.”

“Actually, I just woke up one day and decided I didn’t want to feel like that anymore, or ever again. so I changed. Just like that.”