So wrong

This is so wrong and bitchy of me, but I really just want everything to blow up in your face. I would take great pleasure in that. I don’t regret anything except letting myself stoop to your level.

SKYPING

howdoiputthisgently:

WITH MY BEST FRIEND:

WITH MY BOYFRIEND:

I feel like people who met me in school had mistaken my quiet demeanor for weakness, or low self esteem. Maybe they don’t think I’m that intelligent? Maybe that’s the role I subconsciously played? That’s dramaturgy for you… I’m quite the opposite of their misconceptions.

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a little better; whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is the meaning of success."