Life is so damn short, for fucks sake, just do what makes you happy.
Compliment people. Magnify their strengths, not their weaknesses.
Not everyone is going to want, accept, or know how to receive your energy. Make peace with it and move on.
Kindness. It doesn’t cost a damn thing. Sprinkle that shit everywhere.
Slow down, calm down, don’t worry, don’t hurry. Trust the process.
Spend more time making yourself a better person and less time worrying about what everyone else is doing.
Find a way, not an excuse.
Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs, and you do not have to endure this from others either.
We are not our failures.
You can’t live a positive life with a negative mind.
The more you close yourself the unhappier you’ll be. You’re not alone, open up to people.
People come and people go. That’s the way the world goes. Live and learn, don’t live and regret. The best is yet to come. Look forward.
When you lose yourself in what you love, you find yourself in what you are.
Forget everything you’ve been told and open your mind.
Forgiveness is the greatest indicator of strength. Admit when you’re wrong, but if someone makes you feel like shit for the mistake, move on. Similarly, when someone makes a mistake, be good enough to understand why they did. You don’t attack people because of a mistake. People learn.
Your mother will never talk about the fire in your poetry
the way these strangers do.
She spends too much time complaining about the paper
you have left crumpled on the floor
to have any left for looking at the art on your walls.
And maybe you don’t really love the boy who lives inside of your skull.
Maybe he was just the first one to ever ask if you were okay.
I want to talk about the purple skies wrapped around your heart,
I want to talk about the days you speak in raindrops.
Are your eyes bleeding water while reading this?
It’s fine, it’s best you found out
how much you really cared by now.
You never meant to pick fights with yourself,
but one day,
you couldn’t look in the mirror anymore
without clenching your fists.
War is so tiring when you have destroyed
the only thing you could come home to.
I don’t think you’re terrible for this,
I just think you find the wrong things beautiful.
Let’s stop talking about it.
Let’s do something instead.
Do you know what happiness tastes like?
One day you will.
you’ll like it better than the blood in your mouth,
and I promise it will be there when you are ready to find it.
You just have to remember to look for it first.
The planet does not need more successful people. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kind.
Not everybody is beautiful. I’m tired of hearing that. But everybody has the ability to be. You are as beautiful as the things you do, the words you say, and the intentions of your heart. You are as beautiful as you let yourself become.
Another Thing I’m Tired Of Hearing (k.p.k)