“One day, all the love you’ve given away will find it’s way back to you, and it will finally stay.”
— (via i-just-dont-trust-people-anymore)
8 things to quit in 2018:
1. trying to please everyone.
2. fearing change.
3. living in the past.
4. overthinking.
5. being afraid to be different.
8. sacrificing your happiness for others.
7. thinking you’re not good enough.
8. thinking you have no purpose.
10 things to do this year
1. get comfortable with your inevitable death, be at peace with the idea of dying. dont let it sit at the back of your mind.
2. masturbate more (or if you dont want to masturbate, fantasize more! and that can be non sexual fantasies as well!!!)
3. work on your manners. try to be especially polite and kind.
4. try to get into a skincare routine
5. buy a cute water bottle and use it as motivation to drink more water
6. have more sex (if you’re READY to do so) and explore some fetishes/turn ons that you have
7. eat more fruit and veggies!!!!!!!
8. try to buy juice as a treat instead of soda
9. keep a journal or try to write poetry. it doesn’t have to be good, just write down your thoughts and feelings
10. judge people less. when you have a negative thought about someone, try to turn it around or change it! this goes for judging yourself too.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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