(trm) Desire (via paragraphsofaprosaist)
What I’m going to do in the next few weeks is to change my view in life, my self, and my work.
I have been slacking for various reasons for the past couple of weeks. One being the PCD (I mean, come on. Who wouldn’t be depressed about Tegan and Sara leaving the Philippines?), and two being my current relationship. I know, I know, I’ve been very emotional lately, hence, the breakouts and the non-workouts.
This time I’d really push myself to be fit, flexible, and pretty. I’ve been told it’s not really shallow to want to be prettier. Yes, I’ve been told that I am pretty and, yes, I do try to admit it just to feel good about myself. It’s a good practice, feeling good about yourself. While doing so might seem boastful at times, in excess, well, it could also bring other people up that high along with you. The more people want to be around you, the more you’re sure they want the same positive effect on their life.
I want to be that positive effect. I’ve often been seen as someone happy, when I’m just really insecure. I bring people up so they would be happy, only because I don’t want them to feel the same as I do, sad and lonely. Now that I’m sure I’m happy, I want to be someone who wants others to be happy because I am.
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.