When you find your own happiness, you will also find your own beauty.
If for a moment you remember why you’re here, try to write it down or tell someone.
This girl. She is a dream I once had. She is my reflection when it is not looking back at me. She cannot sense me watching her. My mind is a one-way mirror, and in my dream, I stare all day.
One day, I’m going to be just another weird old lady.
The Point Is:
all the bullshit
your real self.
You won’t be able to unsee the truth.