Life changes every minute of every day. You lose friends and you gain friends. You realize your friend wasn’t ever really your friend, and that person you used to hate can make a really good friend. You look for love. You find love and you lose love. You realize all along that you’ve been loved. You laugh, you cry. You laugh so hard that you cry. You do this, you do that. You really wish you hadn’t done that. You then learn from that and are glad that you did. You have your ups and you have your downs. You see good movies and you see bad movies. You wonder if your life is just one big movie. You look at others and wish you were them. You then realize who they are and are glad that you’re you. You love life and you hate life. In the end, you just find yourself being happy to be living life, no matter what is thrown at you.
"it's called the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it."
- George Carlin
“Curiosity killed my innocence. Over thinking killed my happiness. Insecurities killed my self esteem. Lies killed my trust. Stereotypes killed my individuality, and Judgement killed me.”
anna / tatted / 5'5 / Atlanta / 20 / licensed / student / mixed/ employed
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Est. May, 2010
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living young, wild, & free. just having fun, always real. Living on the east coast. strong minded, but more strong hearted. underestimated but outrated, but never perfect. keep moving forward, but always remember where you came from. originality is always in place. Live your life in the fast lane and be your own kind of beautiful
You can fall in love so many times with many different people. However, i don't think that you can fall in love the same way twice.
- Wiz Khalifa
"If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you never will change the outcome.
She called me at 2 a.m., woke me up from a deep sleep because my Sherlock main theme ringtone interrupted my dream of a better life. When I answered the phone in a daze, I said hello half-awake and all I could hear was the sound of her losing her breath between deep sobs and sniffling. She didn’t say anything for 15 minutes. Just let the sound of her world shattering fill my ears. When she finally caught her words she said my name like it was the last thing she would ever be able to say. Before I could reply with worry, there was a knock at her front door and then the sound of it opening. She turned to her bedroom door to find me standing in the frame. Still half-asleep, still listening. She opened her mouth and the only thing that fell out was silence. I invited myself in her bed, took her body in my arms and her sobbing started again. This time it came in great waves. Waves big enough to pull the both of us under its current. I just lay there, letting her shake in my arms. I was still half-asleep but I was fully aware that she didn’t need the overwhelming silence of our 2 a.m. phone call to know that I was there for her. She needed me to be right beside her.
Colleen Brown, “I’m not there for you, I’m here for you” (via cinnym0n)