(Source: i-justreally-like-cats-okay, via vietchi)
- love yourself like kanye loves himself
- believe in yourself like kanye believes in himself
- know you’re the shit like kanye knows he’s the shit
This is actually really great because Kanye West has fought depression and suicide this sort of confidence worked for him and wow Kanye West. Anyone who is depressed, believe you are the Kanye Best.
(via py-t)
Just remember; someone loves everything you hate about yourself.
written by Frank Ocean
written by Frank Ocean
Despite who I am to you, I still wish you well. Its surprising and confusing to me as to why people hold grudges, but even so, despite what you’ve done… I still wish you well.
Love can be such a terrible thing when it takes away everything we’ve ever known. And yet, it’s the one thing we find that completes us. But it is better to love because we know that, despite how it ended, we don’t regret a single thing. No matter how many times we would meet them again,
We would fall in love once more.
written by John.
We would fall in love once more.
written by John.
This sadness is overwhelming me. I honestly do not know how much longer I can bear with this… As if my mask is too loose, I’m revealing my true self hidden behind smiles and petty complaints about school and people. What can I say, but silence? What can I do, but allow tears to fall?
Truly I do not care for being alone, but being alone and lonely are two very different things. It’s as if you’re invisible. No one can hear the screams from your soul… No one can see the sadness in your eyes. Pardon my teen cliche, but it’s as if no one cares. I truly feel lonely at this point. I have no one to run to. I have no one to talk to. I have no one that will give me the time and effort to simply be there for me.
I am very bitter. Bitter by the fact that I’ve only wanted the best for absolutely everyone in my life. I’ve sacrificed time in helping friends with homework. I’ve spent countless nights helping with boy troubles. And now, here I am, but where are they now? It hurts me to know I’ve cared so deeply for these people and feelings were not reciprocated.
When I am the one sobbing, where were you? I am beginning to learn how truly selfish the world is. There is always an excuse. There is always a problem. There is always something that must get in the way. Perhaps the universe is conspiring against us all. Perhaps we are our own demise.
All I wanted was one day. One good day. Free from stress, family, life. But perhaps taking your life is easier than it sounds, because you’re dead the moment you give up.
And I guess, that’s the point where I am.
