“The older I get, the more I realize how difficult of a person I am to love, let alone tolerate. My mind seems to operate off of a dozen different tangents – all of which seem to have found homes on different planets. My heart is restless, but my potential is inconsistent. My mind is determined, but my confidence is volatile. As soon as I believe that I am ready to love, my heartbeat changes its pattern. As soon as I am ready to take the risk, my mind tells me to “wait a little longer”. I, of all people, yearn to believe that I possess the kind of love that is nothing short of one in a billion. In literal terms, that would be the kind of love you’d only find amongst a handful of people on this earth. I want nothing short of the possession of this kind of love tucked inside my heart. And I want nothing more than to place it in the power of your hands.”—Connotativewords | jl | The Battle (via faithtrustandangeldust)
I’m so fucking weird It’s like: I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet. I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time, I care about a lot. I hate people but I develop crushes easily. I hate myself but I’m completely fabulous. I need help.
I don’t want to settle. I want mindfucking love. I want to spend all night thinking about kissing you, and when I finally get the balls to, I want to go deaf to everything but that moment. I refuse to settle for anything less.
And it’s a wonder girls get fucked up. I was pretty content with my life. Sure I could be better and sure I could probably work harder , senioritis has basically taken over my entire being but then I came home. I quit my job early and skipped a class to spend time with my family because I hadn’t been home in so long. And granted I always get in fights with them but not like this. I wake up and immediately get told I’m not pretty enough, I’m not going to be successful, I’m not going to be successful because I’m not pretty , I’m fat, people judge me because of it, that I’m not going to meet anybody and all kinds of shit. So I pack my stuff and load my car, why would i stay and listen to that shit. That’s something I’m not going to forgive or forget. But then my dad takes my keys and locks me out of my car…. I can’t stay here I just want to back to my apartment . It’s no wonder people have resentment towards their family . And I had to sit and compared to all my siblings , there are 5 of us . And my mother always went on about me being independent and she just took my kea away….. I’m almost 22. And she always posts like dove women empowerment links on her Facebook page but then treats me like that. I can’t do it.
“There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand — without you even speaking a word.”—Yasmin Mogahed (via wanduring)