When,

I don’t have to prove my intelligence with my degrees or papers. I don’t have to take envy for lifestyle even though I’ve worked since high school on. I don’t have to feign elegance in every plush setting or enjoyment of bad food. I don’t have to feel bad about my lucky body shape, even when I like every other girl have bad days. I don’t have to suppress my temper, my passion or my tears. I don’t feel ugly or unglamorous because I am not a beauty queen. I don’t feel silly about all the words that I say, and all the hours I talk are important. All the things I believe are important. All the things I fight for are important.

I’m chasing fleeting moments for this feeling, but it’s you who knows who I am and for that moment, I feel just right. There is some way I do the same for you. Just in case you were wondering why we’re friends.

Hauntingly beautiful political song.  Paper cities by Other Lives.

Unfortunately, the jerks are the ones who act and seem nice to everyone but really aren’t.

I have never been more sad or disappointed at how you’ve changed for the worst.

There’s a new magazine out called Betty, and I’m loving the vintage-y quirky theme. I especially enjoyed the short spread featuring various personalities in outfits on different apartment doors (page 71, “Rat a tat tat”).

Scooped from Style Bubble

There are some people who are just too nice and give the best to you. Then there are those who need you only to have the best for themselves.

Thank you for the former, *sigh* on the latter. We all still help when we can.