you’ve gotta start romanticizing your life. you gotta start believing that your morning commute is cute and fun, that every cup of coffee is the best you’ve ever had, that even the smallest and most mundane things are exciting and new. you have to, because that’s when you start truly living. that’s when you look forward to every day.
Have you ever lost all respect for someone? Like you don’t hate them, but you don’t feel the need to associate yourself or say anything to them anymore…..
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”— A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via larmoyante)
Once I said something to the effect of “he’s more impressed with himself when he calls you beautiful than he is with you” as some sort of statement towards the self-serving nature of compliments from men. This is especially true when you are not conventionally beautiful, in whatever way that means to you. The exchange then becomes “I can see beauty in you” carrying the implication that other men cannot, and you are supposed to thank him for completing such a strenuous task.



