Missdebbstar English |
This is my English blog. I write about my life, comment on schoolwork, write short stories and post about books. |
Don’t ever be unhappy about who you are. There may be times you feel ugly, dumb or unworthy to be talking to some people. You might be shy or insecure. But you know what? Everybody has these feelings sometimes. Don’t ever forget:you ARE beautiful, everyone is. In their own special way. There’s no…
(Source: moi-et-la-solitaire, via bloir)
“Why fiction is good for you” in The Boston Globe (via aaknopf)
see also: why it’s never just a book/tv show/movie
representation matters
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals (from This Recording)
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What if I wrote you every day about why you’re so incredibly beautiful and how you make my heart sink to its chest like a sailor drowning at sea without a vest? Will you be with me then, be with me always?
so far I have received two lovely cards via Postcrossing. One all the way from Taiwan and the other from Belarus. I have sent three, one has arrived and I got a lovely message from the lady I sent it to!
Two of the cards I sent are still travelling and it’s taking them ages to get there!! I’m growing more and more impatient by the minute. The site says it could take up to 60 days before a card gets to the right address, because the postcards are being sent all over the world!!
The two I sent are to China and Russia, so that is pretty far away. I do hope the people I sent them to will register them in time, so that I will know that my card has arrived. Otherwise I don’t know what to do!
Thing is, I can’t receive a card when my cards aren’t being registered. Because the way it works is: when a card I sent is registered, I get on top of the list of addresses that a card can be send to! If my card isn’t registered, I won’t get on the list and people will not be able to send me cards!
Hope I get more cards soon!! :D
(Source: aleksandrakobylowska, via allthedevilsare-here)
I’m on postcrossing now! This is a site where you can send postcards to people all over the world! I just sent my very first card, to a lady from Belarus. I can’t wait until I get my first card, so excited! Will tell more about the lovely concept of postcrossing lateron.
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.
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I basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me. It’s so bad, I know, but I can’t help it!
I have this friend that wanted to go to a concert with me; since I hadn’t spent much time with her lately and loved the band, I agreed to it. I gradually started looking forward to it more and more and I thought she was too. Then one day she told me she had asked two other friends.. This really startled me, I really didn’t know what to think! Wasn’t I good enough? Didn’t she want to spend time alone with me? Why did she even ask me at all?!
I decided, since I wasn’t close with those two other friends she was bringing that I’d ask one of my closest friends to come along, luckily she agreed. On the morning of the concert, I was looking forward to it. It might get uncomfortable, spending time with people I hardly knew, but I was looking forward to dancing with my friends and listening to the band.
Then there it was, I got a text from her that she didn’t know if she would come that evening, because she wasn’t feeling too well (mind problems, not body problems). I didn’t receive another text from her that day and at the concert she nor her two friends showed up. I was so happy my best friend came along, otherwise I would have been there by myself.. Stupid, because they had already paid for tickets and everything!!
Since then, things have been awkward between us. I haven’t really talked to her, because she really let me down, she just stood me up! She hasn’t contacted me afterwards either. So now I basically just assume she doesn’t like me.. or whatever.
(via butcher-knives)
“The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.”