Sometimes when you’re young, you think nothing can hurt you. It’s like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you and you have big plans, big plans: to find your perfect match, the one that completes you. But as you get older you realize it’s not always that easy. It’s not until the end of your life that you realize how the plans you made were simply plans. Because at the end, when you’re looking back instead of forward you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you’re leaving something good behind. You want it all to have mattered.
Lucas Scott (via lindsaylately)


Don’t ever try to play that “I have it worse than you do” game with people. Don’t ever try to minimize someone else’s problems or invalidate their feelings just because you or someone else may have it worse. To imply that their problems “aren’t that bad” or their feelings are “irrational” is very insulting and unnecessarily rude. That’s an insensitive, inconsiderate and horrible thing to do to someone. Don’t be that jackass.

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.

Does it really help?
Telling yourself constantly
That you can only live
For yourself?
Does the idea that nobody
Is ever really connected to you,
And that in some cases,
Man really is an island
Not deserted, but peaceful and self-thriving?

Does it help to think that
When you’re alone,
The only person who will always be there
Is you?
And you can only speak for yourself,
Eat for yourself,
Just do shit for yourself,
Because most of us leave the world
In single caskets
And we will only be left with ourselves
When the world comes crashing down.

I need to learn to grow my own garden.
Plant my own goddamn seeds.
Water my own roots.
I need to stop thinking that
I am contingent to others
Or that I don’t deserve love
Unless it’s given to me.

I need to learn to fall in love with myself;
To be brave,
To be fearless,
There’s nothing wrong
With thinking I’m pretty enough
Or clever enough
And I sure as hell am not
Going to wait for someone
To tell me these things;
Like my garden isn’t worthy
Unless watered by someone else.

I’ll love my damn self.
And this is where all love should start.

Love Starts With The Self // W.J (via cascadingletters)