If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.
Jamie Tworkowski (via forlornes)
I don’t walk around trying to be what I’m not. I don’t waste my time trying to get what you got. I work at pleasing me cause I cant please you and that’s why I do what I do.
Erykah Badu (via 272010)