Never let your ego get so close to your position that when your position goes, your ego goes with it.
Yeah, you might be prettier than me, and have more friends than me. And you might hang out with hotter guys than me, and get fucked up more than me. Have more clothes and money than me, and not give a fuck about school, unlike me. You might be carefree, unlike me. But one day, you're going to wish you stayed true to who you were, like me. Because you'll have nothing, except memories of fake ass friends who don't even talk to you anymore. So don't talk shit about me or my lifestyle, because one day, you're going to wish it was yours.
I think that you are beautiful, I just thought I'd say.
The one thing I hate the most is saying goodbye. It's never been easy for me. I mean, how do you approach the concept of goodbye? Goodbyes are all different. Some are for a day, some are for a month. But others are forever. And the concept of forever is hard to accept. It's like, hey, I'm never going to see you again, goodbye. It doesn't feel complete. But I think that's what goodbyes are. They're incomplete and you honestly don't know how long the goodbye will last.
Have you never noticed that he's not the one who makes her strong? Her friends are the ones who make her strong when he makes her weak.
Either she was someone she didn't want to be, or she was somebody who nobody wanted.
I believe we make our own luck. It is not down to fate. It is down to our individual actions and choices.
We lose people we love because they are meant to love someone else. We lose them because we are destined to find somebody else. It is a simple fact that is sometimes hard to accept because we are too stupid to let go.
So please try not to hate me. I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you realize. Which is precisely why I do not want you to hate me. Because if you were to do that, I would really go to pieces. I can't do what you do: I can't slip inside my shell and wait for things to pass.
If that's how you feel, then what's there to do? I'll keep this feeling in my heart but when you look into my eyes - you will know the truth.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a child-hood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moon-lit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad august in a mid-western town. Smells denote softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. They hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
Take your time, don't live too fast. Troubles come, and they will pass.
You chose to surrender the best thing that's happened to you.
There's a lot I don't understand. But I do know it's important to keep fighting. I learned that from you. We never win. Never will. That's not why we fight. We do it because there's things worth fighting for.
Look up, laugh loud, talk big, keep the color in your cheek and the fire in your eye, adorn your person, maintain your health, your beauty, and your animal spirits, and you will pass for a fine man.
I can't remember the last thing you said as you were leaving. Now the days go by so fast.
There are three words I like to repeat to myself: glass half full. Just to remind myself to be grateful for everything I have.
I know it's bizarre that I don't gush on and on about someone who means so much to me. But that's exactly why I won't. When you say too much about anything important, it always ends up sounding more trivial than it is.
And now, I'm just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time.
To let go isn't to forget, not to think about, or to ignore. It doesn't leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn't winning, isn't losing. It's not about pride. It's not obsessing or dwelling on the past. It's not giving in or giving up. Letting go isn't about loss, and it's not defeat. To let go is to cherish memories, but to overcome them and move on. Letting go is having the courage to accept, the strength to keep moving. Because letting go is growing up.