"and kid,
you've got to love yourself. you've got to wake up at
four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds
drowning in the darkness of the dawn. you've got to sit next
to the man at the train station who's reading your favorite
book an start a conversation. you've got to come home after a
bad day and burn your skin from a shower. then you've got to
wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you
bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. you've
got to stop taking everything so god.d-mn personally. you are not
the moon kissing the black sky. you've got to compliment
someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their
eyes remind you of green swimming pools in the middle of july.
you've got to stop letting yourself get upset about things
that won't matter in two years. sleep in on saturday mornings
and wake yourself up early on sunday. you've got to stop
worrying about what you're going to tell her when she finds
out. you've got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring
about you over six months ago. you've got to stop asking
everyone for their opinions. f-ck it. love yourself, kiddo.
you've got to love yourself."
"Wanna know the
f-cking truth?Nobody is f-cking happy. Nobody has skin made
from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody
f-cking understands this world. F-ck, nobody understands
math as much as they claim. You're here one day,
and the next you're not. God? Religion? I've learned
a lot more about the world by eating acid
and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done
for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from
speaking lies? Wanna know the f-cking truth? Pity is
just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the
sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs
naked. Take photographs kissing. Take
photographs having séx. Stop making everything
about sexuality. Wanna know the f-cking truth? Nobody
really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen
or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know
the f-cking truth? There is no such thing as the right
person. People leave. They change like ocean currents,
they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna
know the f-cking truth? You get better. You learn to
love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when
you're puking your limbs out. You wanna know
the f-cking truth? Go find it."
— something someone should have told me when i was
eighteen (via irynka)