Don’t cry over spilled milk. There’s no point in worrying about the little things, especially things that aren’t even going to happen. Don’t over-think a situation because chances are, you’re making it seem more dramatic and worse than it really is. Don’t anticipate what’s not even possible. Don’t expect too much from anything or everyone, but always hope for the best. I always have to remind this to myself.
I don’t care who you’re talking to, now. It’s almost like, who are you again? Not important to me anymore. I don’t care where you are, what you do, who you’re with. I don’t care. Do what you want, because I’m too busy doing my life to give a single worry about you. Good luck with your life.
“I’ve had to say goodbye more times than I would’ve liked. But, everyone can say that. And no matter how many times we do it, even when it’s for the greater good..it still stinks. And though we’ll never forget what we’ve given up, we owe to ourselves to keep moving forward. What we can’t do is..living our lives always afraid for the next goodbye. Because, chances are..they’re not going to stop. The trick is to recognize when a goodbye can be a good thing; when it’s a chance to start again.”—Ugly Betty (via nyckoldelasol, raindropsonredroses) (via playdirty)
I don’t have a curvacious body, I don’t have long silky hair, I don’t have perfect skin. Do you still love me? I cry when I get yelled at, I can be too much of a perfectionist, sometimes I’ll try to control everything around me. Will you still love me? I get annoyed by the little things, I get mad when I’m not even on my period, I’m a little too happy at the wrong times. Are you going to stay with me? Because when my looks change, when my mood shifts, when my personality changes, my love will always stay the same.
Sometimes the most important things have to be stripped away from you in order to really realize the person you are. Being battered and broken doesn't have to destroy you, if anything having nothing made me that much stronger.
I’m not trying to brag but my grades have been pretty good for most of my school years. My mom found my progress report for the first 3 weeks of school, found a B in one of my classes and flipped shit. It’s a B. Not even a low B, it’s an 87. And I still have 3 more weeks to get that grade up, which I’m absolutely sure I did in this past 1 week. I just don’t like how she expects too much from me, now, that the smallest mistake will disappoint her. The feeling of disappointing someone is too hard to take, it births this piece of guilt in me. </faggot> Sometimes I don’t think I’m good enough to make her happy, but I’m friggin determined to make her cry tears of joy by the time my graduation day comes aloneg.
“What if she was meant to be, or could have been, someone important in my life? I think that’s what scares me: the randomness of everything. That the people who could be important to you might just pass you by. Or you pass them by. How do you know…I felt that by walking away I was abandoning [them], that I spent my entire life, day after day, abandoning people.”—Someday This Pain Will Be Useful To You, Peter Cameron (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Ugly boy just made me the happiest girl in the entire world :)
So I spent the last few hours at a friend’s house, helping 6 of my girls with their mums and garters for homecoming (Texas tradition for the dance). I was kinda bummed since I wasn’t making either for myself since I didn’t have a date. I got a text from Ugly boy (<33) that he couldn’t even go to homecoming so I just got even more upset. I came home, went to my room, and found a big box with a huge stuffed Scooby-Doo in it and a box with a video camera. A note told me to watch it and it was a video of a bunch of kids I don’t know saying hi to me. Another note at the bottom of the box asked me to go to homecoming with Ugly and right then, I was soooo happy! So I grabbed my almost-dead cell phone and called him, but there was an echo on the other line. Sounded like it came from my closet, so I opened it to find Ugly and two of his good friends in there! Best Monday of my life! Senior year is already off to a rocky, but amazing start. Thanks Susan and Gerard! And I really really really like you, Ugly :) </cheesy
This ugly dude wanted me to make a post about him, so here it is. I’m talking to you on the phone right now. You make me really really happy. I find myself hella cheesing at the most random times, with you on my mind. I’m going to need you to stop it. But at the same time, I don’t want you to. I’m glad I found you, someone I can feel this way with again. I really didn’t think I’d be able to after the last mishap but I am. You can stop smiling like a faggot now :)
"I’m so lucky to have a girl like you." "You’re so amazing and special to me."
It’s always like that at first. It’s that pillow-talk stage that gets you so hooked and deep in it. If it doesn’t work out in the end, it always turns around. You’re not that special one anymore. You’re not the only one. You’re not the girl he’s always asked for. He doesn’t feel so lucky anymore. It’s like that, that’s how it works. But no matter what happens, no matter what they say, you’re still special. Keep that in mind. There ain’t nobody in this world that can take away what you’re worth.
is how Malaysians say Eid Mubarak. It’s that celebration after the month of Ramadan (fasting) and it’s one of my favorite times of the year. It’s full of food, family, friends, money, and music. I can go without the food and money, the best part of this time of year is three consecutive days with my family friends that I’ve grown up with. They’re my family here, since I don’t have any blood relatives here besides my direct family.
I know I’m a couple of days late, but Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri or Eid Mubarak! :)
I'm not sad we're not as close, I'm glad we even got a chance to be in each other's lives.
It’s really upsetting to know that we don’t talk on the daily anymore. We don’t talk to each other the same way anymore, we don’t call each other up, we don’t ‘teehee’ about dumb shit anymore. I really don’t like that, but I am grateful that you were even a part of my life for a period of time. You didn’t stay very long, but you stayed just long enough to make probably the biggest impact on my life no one else has been able to. Four months of our friendship doesn’t do me justice but it was four months that I’m thankful for. So thank you so much, for making me realize the kind of person I am and the kind of person I should and need to be. Thanks for being there for me when I needed you. Thanks for making an effort to talk to me. Thanks for raising your voice at me and scaring me shitless, but for good reasons. Thanks for taking me out and making me happy. Thanks, you know who you are. Here’s a hint: you’re my college admission essay.
A sexy woman knows she has great value because she is valuable to herself first. She knows she can do anything she wants to, be anything she wants to be. She is the woman she wants to be. She is happy with who she is. She can look in the mirror and be happy with what she sees. She can smile at her own faults as well as her own accomplishments. She is confident enough to be able to laugh at her own jokes but know when they are not funny. She is a good person inside so she shows it on the outside.
A sexy woman is sexy on the inside first. She has an inner beauty that comes from her personality- She is kind,caring, conscience of others, and this whole package comes bursting forth from this very sexy woman. Some would think that sexy has to be a certain size or shape. Sexy is not a thin, blond haired woman with great legs and big breasts. Sexy is as sexy does. Put all of these wonderful elements together in a woman; self-confidence, self-esteem, kindness, and caring, and you have a truly sexy woman.
what does :3 mean. where did you even get that smiley from
It’s like a cat, I think. It’s cute, I use it when I’m feeling ‘teehee’ or happy or hyper. It’s been going around for a looong time now, I first started using it when I used to play Gaiaonline, which is where I first saw it.
Hi! I just wanted to tell you that I think you are SUCH a good writer and I absolutely love reading your posts :) Oh, and you're really pretty too! :D
Really?! LOL thank you! I find this cool, since I just got an 80 on a paper I wrote last week haaah :P But thank you so much! I hope my writing stays to your liking :) And I love your blog! Your doodles are too cute!