A girl came into class today crying because she met Beyonce this morning.
Our teacher told her to go home and gave her an excused absence.
You want to fucking know something? All this depressed shit you’re going through as a child is eventually going to dissipate. It’s going to fade.
You aren’t going to be sad, or lonely, or weak for fucking ever.
Keep you’re eyes facing forward. Don’t look back, you only have this life, make it last.
YOU AREN’T GOING TO BE SAD FOREVER.
One day, you will be free.
I don’t care who you are, if I have a tag for you, it’s fucking perfect.
do you ever just want to grab someone by the shoulders and scream “NO YOU’RE A WONDERFUL PERSON YOU DON’T NEED TO FEEL BAD ABOUT YOURSELF EVER” and aggressively shove them into a pile of fluffy pillows and throw them some of their favorite chocolate