"One of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do is to stop loving someone because they’ve stopped loving you."
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?
Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?
David Levithan, Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist (via nofatnowhip)
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
Every time we talk you never forget to mention that I’ve changed. I don’t deny it because in some ways, I have. You too. What troubles me is you don’t realize that most of why you feel that way is because it’s actually we. We’ve changed.
"I know I’m quiet and I should speak more. But if you knew the things that were in my head most of the time, you’d know what I really meant. How much we’re alike and how we’ve been through the same things, and you’re not small. You’re beautiful."
The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
call me super glue cause holy shit do i get attached
calling me ugly isn’t even an insult because i know already
This kinda sounds like a poem
Will: Carlton, carlton, I understand that you’re scared, man, but the world can be a scary place. Just got to learn to deal with it.
Carlton: Yeah, well, I found my way.
Will: That’s not you, man. that’s them.
^ i remember this episode i cried while watching this
Me too. 😢
This episode had me in tears, man. Like, you really knew the characters were growing from this. I loved how it was comedy and still touched on issues that affected Black youth. We need more shows like this on television.
You gotta think, the whole concept of this show was Will growing up in a bad neighborhood where shit like this happened all the time, and Carlton grew up in a life of privilege and sheltered from this kind of life, and I think Will was crying because he came so close to seeing Carlton go down the wrong path and end up like some of his friends back in Philly.
Damnit, y’all… Damn.
But ya’ll be like Will can’t act.