Look at the clouds. Some people see rain coming, some people see cute animals, and some just see clouds. Look at modern art. Some see beauty, some see paint, and others stand idly and confused as to what they are looking at. But it doesn’t matter what people see, clouds are clouds; art is art; people are people. You are who you are. The reality of life is, some people won’t like you, some people will, and others just don’t care. But they don’t determine who you are. You are you, and you should never change that. You may feel like you don’t fit in, GOOD. Don’t fit in, stand out. There’s too many people trying to be like everyone else. There’s a beautiful reason all clouds are distinct.
Job 2:10 “shall we accept good from God, but not trials?” This verse is my favorite verse. When I first read the story of Job and heard this question, it changed my perspective. No matter what storm you’re in, you always have reasons to love, live, hope, dream, and praise The Lord. Always be optimistic.
|—||The Wolf of Wallstreet|
I’m a jerk. I see everyone’s flaws and I want to make them see them. I notice all the terrible things about a person, and sometimes I do judge. I can be mean in person, because I like to crack jokes. Often at other peoples expense. My best friends fear me because they know I can be hurtful. I use the truth as a weapon and if it’s not strong enough I’ll come up with lies that will make you question yourself. You get close enough to me and I will burn you. I will make you feel like crap. Why? Because I see you and I think “oh they can do better”. I’m pure evil when it comes down to it, and I want everyone to try and improve. I hold grudges and can be a very angry person. I have made my own mother cry. Yes. I’m a terrible terrible human being. BUT YOU AND ME HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON. I DO IT TO MYSELF TOO. Except with me I have no restraint.
Idk how many times, how many ways I can say I’m sorry, but you continually make feel like trash. I guess this is a taste of my own medicine? Well I’m sorry again, I just want you to know that. Can you stop hating me. Please❤️
I have a talent for convincing myself that there is no such thing as love, but that with the proper amount of maturity and capacity to compromise, any person can settle into a relationship and make it work.
Then sometimes I see couples that infect me with hope. There are girls who haven’t…
People need to understand what beauty is. Beauty isn’t just being gorgeous. On the other hand it isn’t just being intelligent. Beauty isn’t so narrow and definite. If you can define some ones beauty by the size of their breasts and the measure of their IQ, then aren’t we all just a bunch of numbers. I refuse to conform that the beautiful people I see every day are merely a statistic in the universe. Beauty is broad, limitless, and undefinable. Looks, intelligence, kindness are all great qualities in a beautiful person, but are not the whole picture. Everyone is beautiful in their own unique immeasurable concoction.