yet somehow simple is crazy
How do we define beauty? By what standard do we measure it? By numbers? By pictures? By words? What does beauty mean? Is beauty tied to the clothes we wear? Is beauty the difference between whether we look like we’re trying, but not quite “put-together” and what even is put together? Does anyone know? Is…
How funny that something so quiet can also be so loud
What is beauty but a societal construction?
I’m falling, I’m falling and I know it sounds crazy, but maybe, just maybe, we could pretend crazy is sane.
You’re always going to be busy. There will always be something to do. Always something “more important” that takes up your time. Sometimes you think you thrive off this busyness. That a busy schedule is the equivalent to a full life. Sometimes this is true. Other times you keep yourself busy for the wrong reasons.…
Let that sink in. I’ll reiterate. Stop comparing yourself to everyone else. You are Not Everyone else.