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Why can’t we all have a Ryan Gosling?
I think that if I ever have kids and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in Africa or anything like that, because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it worse, that doesn’t change the fact that you have what you have.
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Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via endlessfragments
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oh, hi
Today someone randomly told me I was gorgeous, I smiled, and thanked her… Not one compliment I receive is taken to heart, or actually gets to me. Not that I think people just say it to say it, but because I don’t see it. I don’t remember a time when I was able to look in the mirror and think “damn, I am beautiful.” Or even find small features that I love about myself. People can tell you the nicest things, but up until you believe those things yourself, they mean nothing. Sometimes I wish I was in someone elses skin, or that I could just love myself, inside out. I’m working on it, day by day. I want to learn to love who I am.
I’m really craving some raspberries and a slurpee right now. Also, I want freckles.
story of my life.
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