jasminegaydos

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I love to run and i love my books. There are so many books out there that are good reads. I love my friends and family. I love tarck and field. I love my school. Ect...

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See, when you go to heaven, God won’t ask you how beautiful you are. He’ll ask how beautiful is your heart.

  When I was sixteen, love was hidden  

within pain. It was the knowledge of something so real, and so big, a little too early, before love even knew how to react to a girl who felt so deeply. So instead, love was “You’re ugly” and “I’d never date someone like you.” Love was “You have fat thighs” and years of verbal abuse. Yet love was something I still felt through the torment, it was an immature heart playing with my own, and years later even an apology wouldn’t scrub away the confusion of its game. Love was hurt.

When I was nineteen, love was a boy with too many options. Love was cancelled plans, and one sided effort. Love was convenience and a different bed in every city. Love was apathy, until the options went away. Then love was an abundance of determination, a sudden knowledge of how valuable my heart was. Love was “Now that I don’t have anything else going on, I can commit to you.” Love was “Now that you are growing into your own, now that you have attention, I am finally ready to claim you before anyone else does.” Love was selfish. Love was too little too late.

When I was twenty-three, love was a spontaneous unknown; a need to believe in two people beating the odds. Love was contradiction. It was turbulence and nights under New York City. It was “I miss you, but I don’t have the time to call you right now.” It was “I can’t wait to see you, but until then I’ll fill my time with other prospects.” It was “You are the woman who inspires me, who makes me want to be a better man, but I am not going to fight for this.” It was “You are everything to me, but I am busy.” Love was always busy.

And then, when I was twenty-four, love finally introduced itself to me. It said “I am sorry for what you have been through, but you needed to experience everything I was not, in order to appreciate everything that I truly am.”

Suddenly, love was mornings spent laughing until I cried. It was having someone make time for me. Love was airport gates, until it turned into “I am moving across the country to be with you.” Love was “After work I’m driving for two hours just to fall asleep in your arms” and “I want to give you everything you deserve; I want to show you just how much someone can adore you.” Love was whole. It was assured, it existed within certainty and ruthless declaration. It wasn’t built on the foundation of empty promises, it wasn’t bred from pain, or confusion, or apathy. Love was bred from choice. From maturity, from presence. Love was suddenly more beautiful than I had ever imagined, something that blew every old feeling and past name away in the path it was forging. Love was peace.

After all of those years, love was finally peace.
Love was finally real.

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   Who taught you that the value of a woman is the ratio of her waist to her hips, and the circumference of her buttocks, and the volume of her lips? Your math is dangerously wrong. Her value is nothing less than infinite.
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If I was going
to be a princess,
I’d be a warrior
princess
, definitely.
I think women are
scared of feeling
powerful and strong
and brave
sometimes.
I think you’ve got
to embrace it.

—EMMA WATSON

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   TELL ME IT'S OKAY
TO
BE
HAPPY
NOW
BECAUSE
I'M
HAPPY
NOW.

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& I'll keep your secrets with Me,
RIGHT BEHIND MY TEETH.
 
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BANG BANG
MY BABY SHOT ME DOWN...
 
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THIS CITY NEVER SLEEPS AT NIGHT...

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I DONT WANT YOUR BODY
BUT I HATE TO THINK ABOUT YOU WITH SOMEBODY ELSE.

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