Instead of sitting around on Tumblr, get out there and do something good. Don’t just reblog things about how every person is beautiful, actually BELIEVE it. Don’t just admire pictures of people with daring hairstyles, try them too. Don’t sit around liking pictures of soul mates, go out there and find yours. 

I’m in love with someone who doesn’t care about me as much as I care about him. I think he loves me in his own way, but its not the same. Whenever I see him, I feel happier. Whenever I’m nearby, I seem to float toward him as though my some sort of magnetic pull. I love him and I always have. For years. He doesn’t even know that when he calls me ‘princess’ or tells me I’m beautiful, he makes my day. Stupid boy. Beautiful boy. God, I love him anyway.

I don’t know how she could ever do that to you. If I had you, I would hold on tight, love you right, and never let you go.

I used to care about living up to expectations, but now I realize that if you live up to them, even if you exceed them, it won’t make you any happier. My expectation is that I do that best I can, and that only person I care about impressing is myself. The only expectation I need to live up to is my own. Fuck everyone, I’m proud of me. And that’s all that matters.