#immos

a billion of coincidences throughout time and space came together, unrelated people met and things happened, both good and bad, in the infinite history of the universe. and out of all those coincidences, you were created. the circumstances are sometimes bad but you are alive, your sheer existence is a wonder and your life is a gift. the universe loves you.

my throat hurts but i keep singing so it gets worse! it’s a bit self-destructing but i like the way my voice sounds currently.. a bit rougher and more mysterious.

i just thought about how unnecessary and absurd this emphasis on physical beauty is. i am angry on how these standards are forced on young, innocent people who just want to be accepted and lovable and who think looking a certain way will make this happen. i feel betrayed and robbed of beautiful summer days when i didn’t swim because i felt too fat, and photos i didn’t want to be taken of me which could have captured wonderful moments. i feel angry about how such a shallow and ugly thing is the reason my friends secretly doubt themselves, and the reason i see people looking miserable and sad, the reason i feel miserable and sad at times. i know i am not that kind of beautiful, not outstandingly pretty or attractive or whatever, but there’s so much beauty in other things, it’s ok to not be pretty, i am allowed to be as ugly as I want to be! even if people called me the ugliest girl in the world, it wouldn’t make me less lovable than I am.