am i wasting my life

HAPPY EASTER!!♡ U( ˃ㅅ˂ ✿)U

don’t have anyone to tell me I have stars in my eyes, galaxies in my mind.

I don’t have anyone to tell me I am pretty when the sunlight kisses my skin, or how breathtaking I look talking about the things I love, or how I have the ability to envelope people with my love so completely.

I know all these things, I’ve known them since the beginning of time.

I know I am beautiful, and my personality is cheerful and explosive.

I know that I am smart and can rule the world someday.

I am a whole, complete entity, and I don’t need any boy to tell me any different.

I am done wasting my life away chasing behind boys who will never love me back, boys who will never care as much as me, I am tired of half assed romance and all those almost relationships.

I know, someday, I’ll meet someone who can coexist at the same wavelength as me, and even if I won’t ever meet him, I will be happy.

I am happy because although the sun doesn’t always kiss my cheeks like it does to the girl you are chasing, but I swear the wind dances with me when I am excited.

I am happy because my voice is like the sound of a nearby stream, gushing,steady, omnipresent and undeniably distinct, and although my voice isn’t pretty or husky, its steady, which is all that helps me to stop crying in front of other people.

I am happy because although I don’t have any fingers to lace mine through, and although I have no lips to kiss, my hands have created enough stories to last me eons and my lips have uttered the most bizarre, kind and truthful enigmas which I have learnt to be proud of.

I am happy because although I have no one to wake up next to at one am, I have the knowledge that I am awake, happy and so utterly alive to hear the thunder and catch a glimpse of the lightning outside my window.

I am happy that I can write pages and pages about an event that would possibly be deemed insignificant and fleeting by some, but somehow manages to be platinum for me.

I am happy that I am making something of myself. I am happy that ten years later, I will have a job and a degree to show for the past ten years, instead of stories of high school I keep bringing up.

I am happy because I have finally realised I am enough and so much more, I am overflowing, I am alive, I am breathing and I am more than enough, in fact I am so enough, that very few people are able to handle me, and for them I am forever and always grateful.

I am happy because I realised that I am complete, I am not a jigsaw missing the final piece, I am not searching for my other half, I am whole, whole, whole.

For all those girls who feel they aren’t enough, realise you are whole, you are not enough but more than enough.
You are wanted, you are valid, and you are absolutely breathtaking, and no boy, no matter how pretty his brown eyes are, can tell you any different.

I am so afraid that I am going to waste so much of my life being sad when I should be living. And not just living, but living vibrantly and loudly. I want to read more, travel more, learn more and talk to more people without feeling held back by the confines of my body. I no longer want to feel like I am drowning, sinking, falling or being swallowed up whole by something monstrous. I want to feel alive, lovely and brilliant, even for a moment

me, at home: i’m wasting my life what the fuck am i doing i should be outside and doing things i hate myself
me, outside: god i can’t wait to go home and take a nap,, this is terrible and stressful and everyone’s judging me and i want to just lay down and listen to music and stare at the wall i Hate this and myself

my friends are successful, one of my friends is an amazing artist, others are athletes, one of them is a youtuber, they all make money and then there’s me lying in my bed reading frerard smut and selling my soul to the emo gods thinking “bitch i got priorities.”

Someone needs to look after Dirk, okay?

Like, he wakes up in the morning, probably on Todd’s sofa, all rumpled and uncomfortable from sleeping there. And he finds that someone put a blanket on him last night, which was nice of them, and he smiles a little. Pulls it around his shoulders. And then Todd emerges from the kitchen, because this is the one time he’s ever been up before Dirk (because it had been a tough case they just solved, so he figured Dirk could use the rest) and Todd makes him a cup of tea. And they sit and talk and Dirk’s all wrapped up in his blanket with his tea and he has this smile on his face, and says,
“Thanks Todd.” In that little way he does.

The giraffe man just needs a BREAK, okay?

pearl has been shown to be a responsible and law abiding driver. do you think she’s licensed? do you think pearl went to the dmv to get her drivers license? i mean if she’s intent on obeying traffic laws she’d probably care about getting her license fair and square, right? what kind of information is on pearl’s drivers license? she has no full name. she has no birthday. did the beach city dmv just decide there’s no reason to question that because gems are weird and she was deserving of a license anyway? imagine pearl having a wallet and pulling out this card

anonymous asked:

What do you think about artists? My whole life I've been told that it is a waste of time. Stop being a "Starving artist". I TRULY Hate that saying with the passion of 100 white hot suns. But everyone in my life from my parents to my fathers social worker at VA have told me that I am wasting my time. What do you think? Is art a waste of time? Am I wasting my life doing it? I feel really hopeless about this sometimes despite the joy art gives me. Anyhoo.. thanks..

Hi,
Art is beautiful and the world is a better place for it. It is however an area of study I know very little about. So I will speak on what I can. Something I know, is that in life we are given a little black box with a lock on it. The box is black so you cannot see through it and it is locked so it cannot be opened. In this little black box with a lock on it is time. Time is something everybody has and though time isn’t a tangible entity, after everything is said and done, it is truly all anybody has. How we choose to spend what we have inside the little black box speaks volumes more about who we are as people than what we wear, what we buy, where we live. At the end of a lifetime, I think you want to look back on the ways you spent what was in your box, proud that the manner in which you spent your most precious resource, was an honest representation of who you are and what you sought to do. In life it is far too easy to succumb to external pressures that exist around you; what do your parents think of your choices? What do your friends think of who you are? These are real concerns that torment a creative mind. Each thought beats away at you until your creative flame is nothing but a flickering pilot light. From the beginning, you know not how much time you have in the box, you don’t know how long it will be until the lock comes off, unhinging the lid to reveal you are but out of it. What you do know is what you want. I don’t want you living your life for anyone other than yourself. Do not live a life for your parents. Do not live a life for your friends. Do not live a life only they will be proud of. Become the person you would read about and say, “damn, I wish that was me”, because having the life you want isn’t as far out of reach as one may think. As long as you are honest with yourself when making decisions, that will be you. So, for the sake of everyone who lacks the courage to do so; please create.
xoxo,
Cwote

I am sick and tired of people telling me
that I need to move on
from the boy I am in love with
because I am hurting over the fact
that he doesn’t love me back,
that he is just a friend,
that I am wasting away my life,
that I am not enjoying it to the fullest,
that I am not giving myself or someone else a chance,
but how do I explain
that yes it hurts to not be loved back,
yes it hurts to just be friends
with someone you are so madly in love with
but I am not wasting away my life,
I do whatever I am supposed to do,
I do whatever I want to do,
I am not always this depressed over him,
I do have friends,
I do have a life which is boring
but at the same time exciting and good
and that trying to be good enough for him
even when I am not and won’t be
has made me a better person
—  Isn’t love about trying to be your best self for someone even when you are the only one in love, even when the love is only one person’s, even when they don’t love you back // JustScribbledWords

The best things in life are the things that don’t last.

The little bursts of joy and the sights you only see once. The places you’ve visited and will never visit again. The people you met, loved, and left.

Life is bittersweet. Bitter because everything eventually ends, and sweet because you never have to forget.

—  stella .
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I am sick and tired of people telling me
that I need to move on
from the boy I am in love with
because I am hurting over the fact
that he doesn’t love me back,
that he is just a friend,
that I am wasting away my life, 
that I am not enjoying it to the fullest,
that I am not giving myself or someone else a chance,
but how do I explain
that yes it hurts to not be loved back,
yes it hurts to just be friends
with someone you are so madly in love with
but I am not wasting away my life,
I do whatever I am supposed to do,
I do whatever I want to do,
I am not always this depressed over him,
I do have friends,
I do have a life which is boring
but at the same time exciting and good
and that trying to be good enough for him
even when I am not and won’t be
has made me a better person
—  Isn’t love about trying to be your best self for someone even when you are the only one in love, even when the love is only one person’s, even when they don’t love you back // JustScribbledWords
  • Lady Lucas: You're wasting your life.
  • Charlotte Lucas: I am not. What you call wasting, I call living. I'm living my life.
  • Lady Lucas: OK, like what? No, tell me. Do you have a job?
  • Charlotte Lucas: No.
  • Lady Lucas: You got money?
  • Charlotte Lucas: No.
  • Lady Lucas: Do you have a man?
  • Charlotte Lucas: No.
  • Lady Lucas: Do you have any prospects?
  • Charlotte Lucas: No.
  • Lady Lucas: You got anything on the horizon?
  • Charlotte Lucas: Uh, no.
  • Lady Lucas: Do you have any action at all?
  • Charlotte Lucas: No.
  • Lady Lucas: Do you have any conceivable reason for even getting up in the morning?
  • Charlotte Lucas: I like to get the Daily News.