We tend to think about self-acceptance as this giant breakthrough, like you’ll turn some corner and or have an amazing epiphany and you’ll finally be capable of self-love. But most self-acceptance comes from cultivation over the course of many years. We have to slowly and somewhat tediously remind ourselves that we’re doing great, even with all of our flaws, until that feeling becomes less effortful.
Happiness is 60 percent good habits, 30 percent deep understanding of yourself, and 10 percent blind faith. You have to wake up in the morning and instead of thinking, “I don’t want to get out of bed. I hate my life,” you think, “I’m going to get out of bed and make some tea and think some good thoughts, goddamn it.” You have to get on the train and instead of thinking, “Don’t touch me, you angry thoughtless sexist racist blind fucks,” you think, “Look how hard we all try, to be good enough, to be loved, to feel at home.” You sit down at your desk and instead of thinking, “Oh fuck, I can’t do this today,” you think, “I am going to try and reach for the sublime, and the spirits of the dead are going to rally to my side and help me realize my full potential. Today, I am going to shine.”
The more gentle and kind you are to yourself, the more gentle and kind the world is to you. The more passionately you believe in yourself, the more passionately other people will believe in you. People say this shit all the time and it’s easy to think, “Whatever, dude. HOW DO I GET THERE?” You get there by crawling. You crawl and even though you’re very low and very slow, you say to yourself, “I am moving forward. I am making progress. Every day.” You say, “Look how hard I try, to be good enough, to be loved, to feel at home.” And even if you can’t love yourself for anything else, you love yourself for that.
Pink and fun. singer Nate Ruess shared the stage with an unwelcome third party: the ever-so-slightly creepy pencil mustache perched on Ruess’ upper lip. Maybe he was trying for “John Waters,” but he landed on “uncomfortably friendly ice-cream truck driver.” Apparently no one in his inner circle had the heart to tell him that his new look wasn’t working. You could almost hear his inner monologue: “This ‘stache is so sweet! I am killing it right now in front of an audience of millions!” Movember ended two months ago, dogg. Get rid of that thing.
Okay…here it goes. So, he picked me up and we went to dinner at a little pub in town and just talked and ate and after we’d finished he was like, ‘Do you wanna just drive around for awhile?’ so we drove around the city for a while, and my parents live kinda out in a city just outside of Portland where there’s lots of farmland, so we drove through the backroads for a while as the sun was setting and then we ended up parking in front of our old high school and just rolling the windows down to let the summer breeze in and and the stereo was playing soft in the background (I’ll never think of the Flaming Lips the same way) and the moon was full was there was moonlight coming through the windows and we just talked for awhile about all kinds of stuff, some heavier things too and it got a wee bit emotional, and he looks over at me and whispers ‘Can I kiss you?’ and my heart just kickstarts and I’m like, ‘Yeah, I might be bad at it, though.’ and he was so sweet and reassuring and we leaned in and just…yeah. It was perfect. There was a tiny bit uncoordinated for a few seconds, but then we got it and it was so good. His had was cupping my cheek, his thumb skimming the skin and I had my fingers in the hair at the back of his head, the whole shebang. I could feel his stubble on my cheek. And as we broke away we rested our foreheads and noses together and were just like, ‘Wow. Can’t believe we waited for 5 years to do that. But it was so worth it.’ and I pulled him in again one more time and then he told me I was beautiful and the sweetest girl he’s known and held my hand and I played with his fingers and we just talked in the moonlight for a little while longer. As far as first kisses go, it was pretty damn great. I’m probs forgetting something, but that’s pretty much how it went. I’m so :)))) xx.
ok this is probably so confusing and im yelling a lot so let me explain this calmly:
i got into brendons periscope chat
i asked him if he liked say anything (the band) like 100000 times and he finally saw it and responded by saying “yeah, i used to listen to them! max bemis is awesome!” and sang a part of the futile but messed up a lyric
brendon saw that max followed him and said
“max Bemis is now following me! thanks max! love your band, love you”, then saw that he mentioned him too and was like “oh, sayyrprayers tweeted him” (note sayyyrprayers is ME)
I've litterly asked you this 10x and by now I really feel like your ignoring me cause you answer everyone else😭. Which are all the ones where Harry and the missus have sex or any type of sexual contact?
GUYS I FOUDNf DIFT WHEN HE SMILES AND DOES THe LITETLE FIST PUMP HE’S LOOKING AT ME AND THEN THEAT WHOLE TIME HE’S LOOKING DOWN WE WERE MAKinG EYE CONTACT UNTIL HE POINTS AT MY MOM’S SIGN AND LOOKS SO CUTE AND HAPPY I’M LITRAllAY SHAKING I CAN’T COPE WITH THIS