QOTD

To My Future Husband:

I don’t need you to save me. I’ve gotten pretty good at saving myself. But some days I am tired and weary and just plain empty, and if you could hold me close on those days and tell me you love me, and you wish you could fight my battles for me, that will be enough. Just knowing you’re there beside me will always be enough.

Great body Sunday

Hi there

I swear this isn’t a depressing post. So,I finished the first year of university  with good grades and I even left a good impression which is so nice.

Now,I’m resting. I mean,really. Sleeping the whole night AND a nap in the afternoon? Hell yea!Although I don’t think I’ll be able to recognise myself without my under-eye bags.

I’m really trying not to be a total cliche,but fuck it! This year changed me! I’m a responsable ,maybe even mature individual and most important of all ,a self loving girl.

It’s ok,don’t worry! It was not a big deal,I just always had that ‘not good enough ‘ feeling. Meeting a good guy ?You’ll screw up,Alice,better not. Opportunities?New friends? Same attitude.

Now? Well, now I can actually say smth positive about myself. FUCK IT! I’m an awesome girlfriend,an awesome daughter and an awesome friend. Haha,you know? I have this friend which is so awesome that used to say to me that I’m awesome ,smart and shit. It felt/feels nice to hear that especially when you feel..well,not like that.

Another thing, I gave up coffee.Well,not really. But I am having a break from it ,because it became toxic for me during the finals due to the gigantic quantities I was drinking.

I don’t know what I’m going to post next. Probably a quiz because I received one from a Internet buddy.

QOTD

She was tired of hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. Worked, paid the bills, and went to bed but never slept. Each morning the weight on her shoulders got heavier and heavier and each morning she wished for night to fall quickly so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows and wrap herself in the warmth of her blankets.

— Cecelia Ahern

QOTD

“Your muscles have a certain memory about them. That’s why we can tie our own shoes or play piano without looking. But when you spend a long enough time with someone your bodies memorize each other you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, your tickly eyelashes. And the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a new country where you don’t know the language. It’s a scary thing.”

—	Josh Beattie

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QOTD

“stay is a sensitive word.
we wear 
who stayed
and 
who left
in our skin forever.”
Nayyirah Waheed