i may not be the most the beautiful,cutest,hottest,popular,amazing,perfect,normal,prettiest,
sweetest, out going, intelligent, strongest, responsible, reliable,funniest, attractive. girl out there in the world .But at least I’m me & not someone who I pretend to be. Because well I'm not a game you play. I'm weird in a different way. Believe me what I say. I'm not a mistake, I'm not a fake, I’m not a plastic princess because I’m real, don't change me but yes I am like a puzzle, because all of my pieces are jagged. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say because to be honest I'm far from perfect, I've done things like break promises, hearts and lastly make mistakes of i call my own that some times I'm not proud of, but I'll let you in on a little secret everyone makes mistakes. x ♥
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“ Do you know how it feels to let go of someone.
You really love for a long time just for them to be happy. xx
“ How often do you look back? Really reflect on what you’ve done. The insignificance of it all. Pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts. But do you ever wonder how you will be remembered? Or if what you’ve done and what you’re doing means anything at all? What will your songs sound like when you’re dead and gone? Will tears fall when the last note is sung? And how will your story be told? Will your words leave a better taste in their mouths, or will they even remember you at all? Compassion. The concept is rather simple. Most know what it means to be civil, but there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour. Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be all used up, not enough and no one will be around to share this with. So what is it that motivates us to be better, gentler, more refined? I’d like to think it’s those close to us, close to the heart and soul. Those who carried you to the car after you puked on their shoes. Those who took the blame for breaking the window when it was you who cast the stone. Those who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door, both good and bad. But more importantly, those whose stories you will share with your kids, and grand-kids, and their kids, and their grand-kids, in hopes to somehow keep this all alive. Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength. How will you be remembered?
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2 years ago they were 5 strangers with a dream. today they’re five friends ,five bros ,living that dream. saved us directioners. #2yearsOf1D . 2 years ago today, five strangers, were put together in a band, now they are one of the biggest boy bands in the world, one direction :’) x
“ Silent cries held back, tears forming in the eyes. screams trying to escape my lunges, voice is numb. words undecided, anxiety attacking the racing heart and light is going to eventually g shine through my soul. which is causing me to have the power to speak through my own personal thoughts in my mind. feelings are my expressions and the emotions on my face are much alive. and there’s a change in my life which is making me feel secure and safe ! But not just really sounded by the certain whispers I hear slowly going away.
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“ There’s a story behind every person. There’s a reason they’re the way they are. They aren’t just like that because they want to. Something in the past has created them, and sometimes it’s impossible to fix them.
“ Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world. I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world, hundreds of them; thousands maybe.
“ I constantly wonder how my life looks in other people’s eyes. Do they think I have it easy? Do they think I have nothing going on for myself? Or are the fascinated with who I am? The thing is that no one will ever know my whole story. No one will ever know the things I’ve had to overcome. Not even my closest friends, not even my own family. The thing is that people are so quick to judge now a days…. You only see a person from what they want and allow you to see. I always try to look as put together as if can and I guess that’s my way of hiding from the truth. It’s just that way, everyone will assume that everything in my life is okay, that I never go through anything. If only everyone knew how broken I am, and how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last strand that’s recently become very delicate. The truth is that no one really knows me. No one will ever know me and sometimes that scares me, because no one will ever know why I am the way I am.
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