My friend sent me this amazing corgi comic! (originals found here)
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER
Dance like nobody's watching. Sing like no one's listening. Love like you've never been hurt. Live as though heaven is on earth.
"Let today be the day you stop being haunted by the ghost of yesterday. Holding a grudge and harboring anger/resentment is poison to the soul. Get even with people…but not those who have hurt us, forget them. Instead get even with those who have helped us."
Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via simply-quotes)
You’re a sort-of-pretty girl if you’re not the loveliest in the bunch, but still get called cute. You’re the girl who has big eyes and a cute nose. You don’t have the most voluminous hair or the longest legs; you’re average bordering on something more. Not a head turner but still intriguing. You’re sort of pretty.
Being a sort-of-pretty girl has it’s implications. It means you developed confidence and drive. You found fulfilment in knowledge more than you did in beauty. Being sort of pretty also meant that people actually listened when you spoke. Maybe it was because your breasts weren’t as distracting or, more likely, because the words coming out of your mouth were worth listening to.
Sort-of-pretty girls have the best humour because they’re used to laughing at themselves from time to time. They are magical beings. If you meet a sort-of-pretty girl, if you get to know what makes her laugh and what makes her tick, something will start to change. It’s like she’ll cast a spell upon your eyes because one day, you’ll wake up and realize that she’s not just sort of pretty. She’s beautiful. She’s a sunflower, strong and bold and true to herself. Not as lovely as a rose but also not as fragile.
- Thought Catalog, Ofelia Green
But if you find yourself in love with the fearless girl, love her hard. Challenge her. Push her. Let her push you. Let her change your mind and sometimes you will change hers. Prove her wrong, keep her close and let her fly. She may not always be unafraid, and one day she might relax in a place of permanence. She may always want to run, but try and keep up. You may not always catch her, but you will always remember the moments you watched her explode into a billion tiny fireflies and dive into the unknown, sometimes taking you along for the ride. - Alex Faubel, Thought Catalog.