You didn’t need me, but you let me use you. You listened to my troubles and answered my questions; you were kind to me when no one else was. Did you get bored with my stories, tired of my questions? Or did you sense I was falling in love with you; is that why you left? without a word? You more than anyone else, more than my father, my last boyfriend, you hurt me the most, because I trusted you completely.
“To be a happy person, one has to drop all comparison. Drop all these stupid ideas of being superior and inferior. You are neither superior nor inferior. You are simply yourself! There exists no one like you, no one with whom you can be compared. Then, suddenly, you are at home.”—Osho (via cyberwave)
“It is okay to feel things. It is okay to feel insecure. And also secure! Some people have the hardest time admitting that they think they’re pretty, or that they like their legs or their hair or whatever it is, because they feel like they’re being self-obsessed. And I’m actually just like ‘no, you’re just appreciating what you have’. That’s not a bad thing. When we have a home…we appreciate it and we tell people ‘I just, I love my home and I’m so thankful for it’. And you should just say that about yourself too.”—Jaimie Alexander, March 2014 (x)