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Monday, 24 January 2011

 people should be able to love whoever the fuck they wanna love and no matter what you believe, you should be allowes to live your life the way you wanna live it.
 you find beauty in ordinary things, do not lose this ability.
 there will always be a "lie" in believe
an "over" in lover
an "us" in trust
and an "if" in life.


 girls do not dressfor boys. they dress for themselves, and of course, each other. if girls dressed for boys, they'd just walk around naked at all times.
 every story has end. but in life every end is just a new beginning.
remember you are beautiful. but keep in mind that not everyone's gonna be able to see that.

 when you like a guy, every other girl that talks to him is a slut.
if you could see yourself, just for a day, you'd see how everyone else sees you. and my god, you are fucking beautiful
 dear diary. today I met a boy. He stole my heart... And won't give it back.



I am NOT drunk. I'm just feeling fine.
 happy girls are the prettiest.

you're fine exactly as you are, your curves, words, flaws, strengths, thoughts. you don't need to change. you aren't ugly, fat, stupid, or worthless. you are you.
my head says "who cares?" But then my heart whispers "you do, stupid..."

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