PharMBA

—

— Elbert Hubbard

— Unknown

— Unknown

— Daydream Nation

— Unknown

10 years ago, when people ask me what kind of guy do I want to be with in this life, I never give second thoughts what type I want, I just tell them exactly what my ideal guy is. 2yrs after that, I had a change of ideal guy. Then another 2yrs later it changed again, and again, and again. Now I’m in my 23rd yrs of age and when someone asks me what type of guy do I want, my mind goes blank. I don’t know anymore. Some guys tried to court me, but never pursued. They fell in love with the perfect girl they first met, fair skin, a pastor’s neice, a registered professional, a strong successful and diligent woman, a trophy. but they do not want to accept the girl she was before, that ugly, crybaby, talentless, disgusting, wild, adventurous, funny (tho mostly unhummored), and most of all a monster–the girl who still lives inside her, hoping she’d get accepted. Well, no one wants “that” me. I was so afraid to show her to anyone, I know I’d get rejected. Then I just realized how great and so real-like was the mask I’ve been wearing just so people would stay for me. This time I stopped. I must stop pretending. I am taking off this mask whether they like it or not. I love myself anyway. The only guy I’d probably gonna love to be with, is the man who’ll accept me at my worst. That was how God designed me. May not be a perfect creature, but still pretty even when in my darkest.

blue skies and pretty views

— Neil Gaiman

— Jennifer Weiner, Fly Away Home (via books-n-quotes)