There are two kinds of perfect: The one you can never achieve, and the other, by just being yourself.
Lauren KingStichwörter: perfect perfection dichotomy you
You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.
Albert CamusStichwörter: success happiness forgiveness sharing you
The compass rose is nothing but a star with an infinite number of rays pointing in all directions.
It is the one true and perfect symbol of the universe.
And it is the one most accurate symbol of you.
Spread your arms in an embrace, throw your head back, and prepare to receive and send coordinates of being. For, at last you know—you are the navigator, the captain, and the ship.
Stichwörter: universe self direction you ship person directions captain symbol one all receive compass-rose coordinates entity navigator rays send the-universe
Once you figure out who you are and what you love about yourself, I think it all kind of falls into place.
Jennifer AnistonStichwörter: love yourself fall place you figure
Think of yourself as a brand. You need to be remembered. What will they remember you for? What defines you? If you have it in you, do something that defines you. Invent something, develop a unique skill, get noticed for something — it creates a talking point.
Chris ArnoldStichwörter: inspiration unique creativity design skill create you brand noticed remembered chris-arnold develop invent talking-point
You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.
Deb CalettiStichwörter: love seeing struggle you someone good-enough
Celebration is an act of impressing sadistic someone residing in you.
Santosh KalwarStichwörter: you celebration sadistic impress
I need you here with me we look for our love but we dont find it im searching and searching, I really need you here with me boy were going Round-and Round!
Selena GómezStichwörter: you round-and-round-search
You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.
Henry RollinsWherever you go, you take yourself with you.
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