Finished If I Stay. Time to study a bit more before bed.
Shout out to all the people who have acne they just cant get rid of no matter what face cleaner they use, or dandruff the expensive clinical shampoo barely helps, or high maintenance hair that you just dont have the energy for all the time.
Yall are beautiful. Dont ever let people make you feel like shit for those things.
Don’t you dare, for one more second, surround yourself with people who are not aware of the greatness that you are.
destroy this new idea that a woman can’t be strong if she cries over a man she’s lost. destroy the idea that you have to be cold and emotionally detached in order to be a strong woman
I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same. Books are, for me, it must be said, the most important thing; what I cannot forget is that there was a time when they were at once more banal and more essential than that. When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.