I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.


It’s not the face, but the expressions on it.

It’s not the voice, but what you say.

It’s not the size of your body, but the thing you do with it.

You are beautiful

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  1. Oh, dear her0inchic. Thank you so much for making me feel like I’m not alone. The world is a scary place, especially when you’re young and unable to make up your mind. But coming home, going to bloglovin and seeing new updates from you – it really makes my day a little bit easier. So thank you, once again, for helping me maintain the small amount of hope I still have and for all the help you’ve given me when it comes to pushing those suicide thoughts out of my head. Thank you, you wonderful, amazing, absolutely beautiful stranger. ❤

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