- Tori Amos
From Sammy, via email.
Dear You,
The only thing that really matters is self love, self respect and self forgiveness. Because when you value yourself, it automatically brings about a change in perspective of the people around you and the situations that you face. You see in others what you see in yourself.
Everything becomes more positive and you’ll see that beauty is not exactly the mainstream crap of the best features or the clothes or the make up or how skinny you are. They don’t define your beauty, your beauty defines them. They don’t make you look good, you make them look good.
Loving and accepting yourself outshines every crack and flaw. It brings out the best in you. Even if someone has something bad to say, you are too comfortable in your skin to even care.
So what exactly do I believe in?
Beauty in the unconventional form. Which is your very own.
Dear You,
The heart always desires for something that it can’t have. And when the heart doesn’t get what it wants, it dies, until it finds something else to live for. Or sometimes, it decides to remain broken, in the memory of the thing that it hoped for.
And I wonder what my heart is going to do.
Hidden behind a veil of illusion with selfish desires, he pounced on her. Silently killing her with words like daggers. But who knew that the charming man was the one with a black tongue and vicious heart. How weak a man he is, when he chose to believe in them instead of protecting her. Does she deserve him, a man, who never gave anything of his, except requests to fulfill his own intentions?
It really disgusts and upsets me. A man who saw that life with her should be based upon physical compatibility. Sick and twisted and shallow. You know what is ugly, people like him.
Hers, whose beauty, is beyond what your eyes can comprehend with the innocence of a newborn and the purity of an angel. I pray for her heart to be filled with strength, to fight demons like him.
(via loveyourchaos)
Dear You,
Talking to you is hard and getting the chance to talk you, is even harder. And, I always end up messing even the little conversations. What happened just now, must have reinforced the misconception that I’m so rude and prosaic. No excuses but you make me nervous. Being nervous and trying to break out from my usual awkwardness, really is tough. But, I’m trying. So I’ll wait for another conversation, to make things right.
“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify them, or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.” — Jack Kerouac
Dear You,
I realised that I have said too many goodbyes to you but none of it being the last. May be, fate has something in store for us because even if it seems like the end, our worlds collide again. Well, its just another hypothesis from my over-analytical mind.
There is something in me that wants to fight and stay alive. There is still a part of me, even if it is the tiniest bit, that wants this as much as anything else. I’m missing its existence.