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Be with someone who is good for your mental health.

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Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness…

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The most attractive thing you can wear is a smile.

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Don’t let yourself be controlled by three things: people, money, or past experiences.

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Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.

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the thing you are most afraid to write. write that.

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the thing you are most afraid to write. write that.

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read more books. watch more films. write more honestly. learn more languages. study more greats. listen more closely. think more freely.

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Usually, the people with the best advice are the ones with the most problems.

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Much of our life is spent wishing others understood us better than they do.

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The most extraordinary feeling you can ever feel is being lost in something. A few seconds of pure unconsciousness, being oblivious to your surroundings and feelings, but only aware of being astray. That feeling is rare. It comes alongside the things we notice the least, like dancing with heat to loud music, singing your favourite song out loud with passion, perhaps kissing someone and feeling a rush of heat in your stomach. Being frightened of something, like a fast car that almost hit you while you were crossing the street, or a fierce wave that crashed against your body and drowned you beneath the salt and the sand. Being lost does not necessarily mean losing your route, but it means losing your mind for a bit. Losing awareness. Consciousness. Focus. It’s healthy to get lost, it’s healthy to lose yourself in something. We all need to lose ourselves every now and then in order to find ourselves again. It’s significant to lose your care for the world every once in a while. It’s like surviving a car crash and recovering with a whole new mindset. It changes you, it changes your mindset and your lifestyle. So, get lost, even for a few minutes. Lose yourself.

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let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think - damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and think - I made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripping down chins, pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror, you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle hands all over your body, lifting you up until you are as light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love, no hurricanes, but sunshine that builds you up from within, that helps you make it through the worst days. you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend in yours, telling you that it is going to be okay. because it is. and don’t trust poets, we’re no good, we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls. you know what is beautiful, instead? the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, scars and all. music that makes your soul flow like a river, books that offer comfort, families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through tears. baby, from now on you are going to romanticize healing; honey dripping down your fingertips, August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now. bad news: no one is coming to save you. good news: you can save yourself.

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Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.

Neil Gaiman (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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I know you aren’t perfect. But it’s a person’s imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door (via thelovejournals)