In 6 months I will NOT look like all those girls with shorts and a bikini top on. I will, however, look like myself, but a healthier version. My body type is different than those girls. My curves wont be the same, any indents in my stomach won’t look the same. Nothing will look the same except for the smile on my face. In 6 months I will be a better, healthier me.
I like this version a whole lot better than the typical ones.
I pray because I can’t help myself. I pray because I’m helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time- waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God- it changes me.
|—||William Nicholson, Shadowlands (via observando)|
I think my “problem” is I need to be needed. I need to take care of others and shower them with my love as a distraction from my problems. Is that so terrible?
You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
|—||Ellen Hopkins, Impulse (via survivalistinstinct)|
what i learned from school
- im a fucking piece of shit
- everybody else is also a fucking piece of shit
- mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell