“ If it’s meant for you, you won’t have to beg for it. You will never have to sacrifice your dignity for your destiny. ”
Chelsis Porter (via simply-quotes)
(Source: simply-quotes, via nerdpoet)
I’m different, yea. I’m different?
I stopped tumbling because my father and his girlfriend approached me about something I had written on Tumblr in one of my vent sessions. I thought I was wrong, and that I shouldn’t write personal shit on the internet.
Turns out, I wasn’t wrong. I need to share my thoughts and experiences so maybe- just maybe- somebody learns something, or laughs, or smiles, or does it differently than my unsuccessful way, or thinks deeper, or loves stronger, or changes anything- you get the point.
Middle finger up to my competition.
I’M BACKKKKKK
“ Maybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. ”
Ann Brashares, The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants (via quote-book)
Sleep is for the weak.
My Options and Reasoning:
I have an extremely addictive personality, something I have quickly learned about myself in the past few months. I have an extremely unhealthy lifestyle. I need to either get help or figure out a way to help myself.
I have the ability to be passionate about everything I do, but I hope one day I figure out what I’m actually passionate about to put that energy towards. Ultimately, I hope that what I have to do and what I want to do will be the same thing. I just need to figure out what it is I want.
I decided to stay up all night to finish all of my homework and be done with finals. This means a 36 hour time frame from when I woke up till when I can go to sleep. I hope my body, my mind, and my emotions can handle it.
3 am thoughts from yours truly;
Send up a prayer for me, I need them right now.
Over and out <3
“ Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die. ”
Mary Elizabeth Fyre (via fastforwardpauseplay)
