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Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts

Sunday, September 22, 2013

It's Okay, Love

The best thing I can do to make somebody feel better is say, "It's okay."

Aside from that, I'm useless.

Sometimes, "It's okay." is the only thing somebody needs to hear.

I just don't know.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Alternative Girl

Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing, and half of the time I don't care. What I do care about is that I know what I want to be. And that's me.
It has been determined that I am an "Alternative Girl."
Meaning I am that cliche character in movies that has a weird opinion about the world around her and isn't afraid to talk about it, especially if she is asked.
This character that I am is also defined by appearance. You know, those girls that have the messy hair and 'different'-styled clothes that can sometimes seem invisible on the street, yet other times are the only thing on the street that is possible to see. They sometimes wear hats and glasses, then sometimes they are mask free.
This is also where their actual personality comes in. They always are into some form of art. Books, painting, writing, drawing, sculptures... or any combination of those. I am a fan of all them, though I am better at some rather than others.
The Alternative Girl recognizes things around her for what they are or what they could possibly be, and doesn't take those possibilities for granted.

The teen years are for finding yourself, I've been told.
What is there to do in them if you are already found, though?

I'm not sure yet, but I do know that with whatever I do, I'm going to make myself happy, and never lose the pleasures that want to wander my way.

I'm a 'determined' person. And I've determined that I will reach my goals and appreciate any struggles that come my way, because those struggles may prove to make me wiser than I am today.

Alternative Girl ~ I should be a superhero.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Help. Please.

You want to help? Really? 
Then just be nice.

Don't yell at me for cutting.


Don't tell me that I'm stupid.


Don't tell me it's just a phase.


Because who knows? It might be the last "phase" I go through in life.