I literally overcame self esteem issues by making ironically over-arrogant claims because even if you’re joking about something a lot you start to believe it and that can totally work in a good way if you let it
I was just thinking about this!
late nights in manhattan overwhelmed me with a sense of peace and lingering nostalgia that i’ve never felt before. now i’m stuck with these memories of sights and streets and sounds that replay in my head when certain songs play.
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Her eyes are brown. And it is the loveliest thing. Nobody else in the family has those eyes, or those lashes - the way they curl, full and black around her eyelids.
And her hair is thick. Beautiful! Thousands of strands, laid one above the other. She has the thickest hair of us all.
But sometimes her eyes water and the tears moisten against her lashes. She blinks and there are butterfly wings, fluttering against her eyes. She is beautiful.
Her skin is clear and her lips full and pink, but always - she covers her face with her hair; the thickness a shield.
The family they say she is too big. That she must not eat as much. That the clothes that fit well on her body, are too small.
She sits with her hands crossed over her chest and her back slumped. I do not think she even notices herself doing it anymore.
"You’re so pretty," she says, "I hate you".
But I have never known anyone more beautiful than her. I tell her, I only wish I had eyes like yours. And a smile like yours. I tell her she is gorgeous and growing still.
I tell her about proportions. About height and weight and health. That everything about her balances out. That even the Earth shy’s away from her beauty.
But there more voices saying the opposite. And they are louder and harsher than mine. I only wish, I am getting through.
The only people who ever get anyplace interesting are the people who get lost.
Robin Williams’ passing is a reminder that those who make us laugh the most are usually fighting the biggest demons.