Caught this in one of my friends posts. Written by some high school kid, reminded me of what it was like back then. When floods of emotional turmoil would rage behind our smiles… it was hard…for all us. I guess that is why we still cling to one another. We saw each other during the awkward, crazy, stupid, drama-infested moments in our life, and we were fine with it.
Okay hold up.
Why are there so many sad people on tumblr who hate everything about themselves?
Why are you all so sad?
Why do you hate yourselves?
Is it because your looks, your body, your personality, whatever-the-fuck-else-have-you don’t match up to the misguided, so-called ideals that the self-centred minority of our society have established, and from that you have assumed you have no worth?
Is it because you think nobody cares?
Well look again.
You’re right about one thing:
what you look like, what you sound like, what race you are, what gender, how old or how young, who you love and who loves you.
You are a human being, just like the rest of us and who are we to judge? So long as you know to respect the lives of others *and* of yourself, that’s fine by me.
About the other thing? Well, have you seen the number of “you are beautiful don’t kill yourself” posts here? There are so many, reblogged over and over again. And I can tell that each and every damn one is as serious as hell.
Because each life is beautiful indeed.
And it would be a damn waste if you spent it hating yourself for reasons that other people made up for you.
sometimes we just forget that there is something more out there. Something greater than what we have now. But for days like today it does not really matter much. Its the slow and steady days of October that feel like a mothers’ loving embrace. We sit back and relax, mesmerized in the unending comfort of each tick and tock floating away.