Grown men who check out teenage girls make me physically ill.
My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.
You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.
I feel as if I’m
made to understand but not
to be understood.
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soulmate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.
Beauty is not in the face, it is a light in the heart.
I hate how a majority believe that when a girl’s silent she’s
she’s just picturing porn in her head