Happiness does not depend on what you have or who you are, it solely relies on what you think.

Gautama Buddha (via OptimisticallyAstray)

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Don’t give up. You can do this. You are so strong and you’ve held on for this long. Hang on for another day, another week. Pretty soon its another month, another year, and you got through it. You can make it to those better days, and I want you to be there to see them. Hold on please.

1. Happiness is a choice. Do more of what makes you happy. Don’t followthrough with things that make you sad. Don’t be ashamed of who you are or of something that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

2.That person that tries to bring you down now won’t matter in 20 years time so they shouldn’t matter now. They’re the ones wasting energy on being negative.
Don’t waste yours.

3. Don’t force yourself to be around people that make you doubt everything you do, just to feel cool or accepted. Be around people that will bounce off your positive spirit and encourage you to be you.

4. Stop looking ahead. Stop looking back. Live now. You can’t change the past. You can’t change the future. But you can live now.

5. If you feel like you’ve hit the bottom, the only way is up. Pick yourself up, because the sky is the limit.

—  5 thoughts about happiness ~

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Happy Thoughts (Source)
Johnny Appleseed (Source)
Delight (Source)
Ginger (Source)
Dreamtime (Source)
You’ve Been Mangoed (Source)
Lime Pastille (Source)
Floating Island, Mmmelting Marshmallow Moment (Source)

9526) 2 years ago, my friend's older brother asked me out, saying that he had been attracted to me even before I presented as female, being bisexual.

I rejected him because I like women only. He took it very well and we continued talking like we always did. A year ago, he came out as transgender, and therefore became a ‘she’. 6 months ago, we started dating. :)

When you find as much comfort
in words as I do,
you will understand why
I rarely look up from my books.
There’s something reassuring about
the way prose and poetry speak
to me, like there’s someone out
there who has been where I am 
today and survived to tell
the tale so it’s like yeah I might
be living in somebody else’s
world, but at least they made
it out okay, and so will I–
so will I.
—  Hidden behind bookshelves