You don't need too many people to be happy. Just a few real ones who appreciate you for who you are.
Читать полностью…“Even if we can’t be together in the end, I’m still glad that you’ve been part of my life”
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Life is not easy. It's hard! To win, you must get tough.
There will be pain.
There will be ups and downs along the way.
There will be disappointments and name-calling.
There will be failures.
Sometimes you will make mistakes. People will doubt you and laugh at you. In fact, life itself will throw heavy punches at you.
But do not back down! Don't give in. Don't quit on your dream. Don't quit on your yourself. Do not quit! Never!
Just stay focused. And accept nothing but victory! If life is hard, then do it the hard way. It is to the finish or nothing at all. No going back; only forward.
You can do it. I BELIEVE IN YOU!
Good morning 🐾🏋🏼♀⛹🏻🤾🏼♂🤼♀🤺💪🏻💐
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If you are constantly comparing your life to the lives of others, you'll never be happy.
Читать полностью…The real winners in life are the people who look at every situation with an expectation that they can make it work or make it better.
Have a great day😊
Don't Compare Yourself With Others. Work Hard And Smart Daily To Become Successful In Life.
Читать полностью…You can’t be strong all the time. There are times that you just need to be alone and let your tears out.
Читать полностью…its sunday
i'm breathing
i'm alive
i'm blessed
i'm humble
i'm thankful God is good God is great Amen
No matter how simple you are, there always be someone that will see you perfect and special.
Читать полностью…You can’t be strong all the time. There are times that you just need to be alone and let your tears out.
Читать полностью…One day, you'll just be a memory to some people. Do your best to be a good one. *Merry Christmas and Happy New year 🥰*
Читать полностью…The person that you will spend the most time with in your life is YOURSELF, so you better.
Читать полностью…That awkward moment when you really want to talk to someone, but don't know how to continue or start the conversation
Читать полностью…The Guy Who Never Told Me We Were Over,
I remember driving to meet you for the very first time and I distinctly recall having the powerful feeling that you were going to dramatically affect my life. I knew it then as surely as I know it now. Looking back, I know I was just another girl to you, and you meant so much more to me. But I learned about myself – and what I think about love and life – from casually dating you. Thank you, firstly, for that.
By the time I met you that you had already completely charmed me through your flirty texts and quick wit. Our banter flew back and forth like wildfire. But even then, I knew you weren’t like the other nice guys I had dated before. I will be the first to admit there were a million signs that I didn’t mean much to you – and never would – even from the very beginning. Those little things should have stopped me from falling for you. But of course, they didn’t. I would have been the first to say you just weren’t that into me, but in classic douche form, you always gave me just enough to keep holding on.
You were careless with me; you were selfish, cavalier, and indifferent. You disappeared for weeks at a time and put in so little effort, but then there were stretches when you would text me every day and make plans to see me. What hurts the most is that when you were with me, I know you really liked me. When you were with me, you mentioned things I said in passing, or held out your arm to me so I could hold the crook of your elbow just the way I liked. You talked to me like you’d been bursting to tell me things about your life for the whole time that we were apart (I mean, during those weeks you ignored me). You took pictures of us together, and pulled me in for the sweetest, most innocent kisses on the street corner and in the booth at the back of the bar. Every time I was with you I couldn’t help but fall harder. You were everything I adored: boyish, yet trying to be manly; incredibly smart; driven; and overtly masculine. Those times we were together were magic for me. But when we were apart, I almost lost my mind because of your indifference, and how loudly your silence screamed that you just didn’t care.
So here I am, two months after that first date, and I am not the same because of you. And I know, oh I know, I deserve to be treated better. I know I deserve to be with someone who treats me as a priority instead of an option. I know I deserve someone who is clear about where I stand with him. I know I deserve someone who doesn’t blow me off on a Saturday night, but then texts me at 1 AM to ask me where I am. I know because I’ve been lucky in love before you, my Michigan douche. I’ve never been treated this way before, even by the guys I have dated casually. I’ve never had a fling with a jerk, so thank you for being the first. Thank you giving me a new appreciation for the exceptional men I have dated before you.
Thank you for helping me realize how much more I am worth and that I cannot let my singular experience with you make me insecure. Thank you for prompting me to recognize how truly optimistic I am. Even after dating you, I will not be cynical about men and love, and I still refuse to believe that you are a purposefully manipulative and misleading person at your core. No, I think you have been hurt and have built iron-clad walls that guard your heart from all emotion, especially love (or, maybe I am still romanticizing you and you actually are shallow and cold. But I don’t like to think of people that way).
Thank you for helping me realize what I truly want in love. I want a guy to look at me like Leonardo DiCaprio’s Gatsby looks at Carey Mulligan’s Daisy Buchanan; like Brad still looks at Angelina; like my papa looks at my mom. I need devotion and adoration, love and affection. But I think you love yourself too much to ever look at anyone that way, let alone me.
Thank you for compelling me to explore the depth and complexity of my humanity. I still want you – and I know I could still love you – regardless of how you have treated me, and regardless of the fact that