1. The things you are really passionate about.
How could you not want to pay attention to the things that people are passionate about? We spend so much of our time just going back-and-forth on small talk, rarely touching on a subject that either party feels particularly interested in. And then, like opening up a centuries-old treasure chest of diamonds and gold coins and poorly-written erotic fan fiction, they’ve suddenly found something wonderful! When you love something, your whole being changes. Your face lights up, your body language is more expressive, and you are moved to near-sobbing at the idea of someone actually taking the time to listen to all the things you have so many bubbling, glittering feels about. When someone asks you why you love that comic book or this band or that sport so much — and actually takes the time to learn about it — you know you’ve found a winner.

2. The subjects that are more sensitive for you.
There is a difference between accidentally opening a conversation about something that you aren’t really cool with talking about, and taking a handful of organic sea salt and rubbing into the gaping emotional wound every time you’re together. And if you aren’t into sexist jokes, or talking about a lost friend, or going over painful money issues — a good person will not make you go into it again and again. They won’t squawk across the night sky with the mating call of the unrepentant asshole, “Don’t be so sensitive about it.” They’ll just be cool, and talk about one of the literally limitless other topics you can address. Because they’re not terrible.

3. What you think is most beautiful about yourself.
If you are constantly styling your hair, and doing your very best to make it look good and stand out, people notice that shit. It’s obvious. Someone who is always playing up one feature about themselves is most likely proud of said feature and pleased at the idea of others noticing it more than the rest of them. Perhaps they’re even insecure about other aspects of their appearance, and hope to distract by showing off their big, blue eyes or their elegant, long penis. Either way, when we tell someone how good that thing they’re proud of looks, it basically feels like being butterfly kissed by Jesus himself. It’s that tingly feeling of validation and affection that everyone wants, at least a little bit, and it’s not at all hard to give. Generic compliments are whatever, compliments that are clearly based on the individual and what stands out about them are wonderful.

4. When you put in effort.
It is a natural response, when you try really hard at something — be it a project or at work or looking really fancy for a date night — to get a “good job” and a pat on the head. We all turn into particularly needy dogs and roll over until someone, anyone, scratches our belly and tells us that we were a good puppy. Someone who acknowledges when you go the extra mile, and even tells you what it is that you did well, is someone who knows the very animal, very effective wonder that is positive reinforcement.

5. When you want to get out of a situation.
There will come a moment for all of us, at one point or another, when we are made viscerally, painfully uncomfortable in some kind of a social situation. Whether people are being nasty to us, or the music is too loud and too Pitbull-dependent, or we’ve had a bit too much to drink and just need to lay down and watch our poor decisions spin around us as we close our eyes — it is bound to happen. And a good person is the kind who will pick up on your body language, your pained expression, and your withdrawal from the group to ask if things are okay. Even if they don’t want to leave as well, they’ll make sure you get home safely or at least know you have someone that you can talk to if you’re feeling overwhelmed. They don’t ever let you hang out there and feel like a lone windsock, flapping in the unforgiving breeze. (And you do the same for them.)

6. Whether you’re an introvert or an extrovert, and what that actually means.
A good person will know the difference (introverts can have very busy lives, extroverts can work at home). They will know that it all has to do with where you draw your energy, and what drains you. And even if they aren’t going to adapt their entire lives to fit your emotional needs, they aren’t going to bombard you with comments along the lines of, “Why can’t you just go out and have fun like everyone else?” or “Why do you always need to talk to people — are you that desperate for attention?” They try to find a balance, because their life’s mission isn’t to make you feel badly about being who you are.

7. That you are a multi-faceted human being.
The most important thing that any good person will notice, at the end of the day, is that you are just a regular person, with flaws and successes and dreams and fears. You are not a manic pixie dream girl who is here to save them, you are not a knight in shining armor who has no weaknesses of his own, and you’re not a comic book character that they have constructed in their own minds out of their favorite qualities you possess. Whatever mold they could force you into, you would eventually break and disappoint. And a good person knows, right off the bat, that you’re not just a sidekick to their adventure — you’re living your own story, too.

I sometimes imagine that we all exist in two. If not, how then to explain those moments when we get angry with ourselves, blaming ourselves for all the things we have done and regretted? Who is the target of our hostility? Who receives all of it? For that matter, who is the aggressor? When the fight is happening in our heads, it can feel like a mirror broken in two taking up our whole body.

The truth is that there is no escape from this dynamic. We are usually the hardest on those who are closest to us, and how much closer can you get than living inside of you? This means that we usually punish and torture ourselves harder than we do other people, made worse by the fact that we know ourselves all too well.

We are stuck in our own bodies until death comes for us, and even then, even if we have incorporeal selves, we might still be trapped. Who knows? We are stuck with the same set of arms and legs, the same beating heart, the same minds and experiences and pasts.

We might as well learn to stop fighting ourselves, and if we can, to love us too.

By love, what I mean is to accept ourselves as bumbling, messed up beings capable of much evil and good against us and against others, but this fact does not make us intrinsically bad or hopeless, nor does it make us innately good. What I’d like to believe is that it shows us the potential we have of being in a better place and state than where we presently are.

Sometimes, it seems so easy to fall into the same patterns of anxiety and sadness, to let ourselves come back over and over to the darkness because that is what we’re used to.

Comforting and safe, even. I should know. I have found myself saying that I do not know who I will be if I’m not depressed or anxious, and until now, it’s a continuous decision not to succumb to that way of thinking. It’s hard to tell where to draw the line, let alone be sufficiently strong to follow through.

The trick here, though, is to keep in mind that the goal for loving and accepting ourselves is not happiness. What is that anyway? The goal is to be able to experience peace from time to time, to be able to look at ourselves and be pleasantly surprised to know that we are content with what we have right now. Let us not expect permanence, but instead, practice gratefulness for the moments when there is more light than gray in our lives.

Those days will come, but it will not be easy. It will be a real fucker of a process, day by day, hour by hour, and we will fail so many times we’d wonder if it’s even doable at all. We will hate ourselves and want to be someone else, we will feel tempted to jump out of our own skins and move into another body which hopefully isn’t scarred the way ours already are. We’ll want to take the easy way out, to just run and run and run away from who we are until it can’t catch up with us anymore.

Sometimes we’ll need the pills to fill up what feels empty. Sometimes we’ll need the alcohol and the cigarettes and the bad friends, the one-night stands that make our skin crawl in the morning, the bad decisions and relationships and regrets. We’ll need the 3am cry fests and empty sobs that feel like they’ll break ribs, the numbness, the confusion and the feeling that we are adrift and alone without a home.

It’s okay.

The most important thing is that we try, anyway.

I think that out of all the people that surround us, out of everyone we claim we love, the one person who deserves all the chances from us is ourselves. We deserve our own forgiveness. We deserve infinite kindness from the only self we will ever have.

Since we cannot escape ourselves, how about we become our biggest fans instead?

ohhh this feels so wierd i'm posting on this blog again?? i just wanted to tell you that i will start blogging here again in the next few days and i'm not gonna promise anything but hopefully i'll be able to update more often ya ok

Few things in life hurt me more than hearing a friend of mine has been talking about me, particularly about things that are incredibly painful or personal. I suppose as we get older our circle of friends becomes smaller and it’s because we realize that we can’t keep everyone in our lives like we hoped we would. Some people care more about spreading gossip than they do about how they make their friends feel when they do it. I don’t have a place for people like that in my life anymore.

It’s so hard for me not to let what other people say about me define who I am. I don’t enjoy being not liked or hurting others. Many times, too easily, I allow people who hold no significance in my life to take from who I am and hinder the person I have come to be. I will let what I hear someone says about me that does not reflect who I truly am have so much power that I let it define me for a little while and I sulk in it.

I learn new things every day and try to learn things from every experience. This morning I went on a walk, still very angry and hurt. I finally came to some new conclusions for my life based off this one silly little incident that hurt me a lot more than I imagined it would. I hope that maybe sharing them with whoever cares to read this will be helpful for you too:

People who sincerely care about me and deserve to be in my life will not attempt to bring me down. They won’t judge me the way others in my past have judged me. They will love me for who I am mistakes and all.

I have to remember every single day to take the time to remind myself of who I’ve come to be on my own terms, not who other people have made me out to be, especially people who don’t know me.

If I judge others or talk about others the same way they do about me, I’m no better than them. I need to remember to respect the people who come into my life.

People can only take from me what I allow them to take from me. If I let other people define who I am, I am giving them the power to direct where my path will lead.

If you’ve never realized how small you are, you should stop to think about the reality of your existence. The universe is vast and cataclysmal and you are an inconsequential speck in the span of it. And yet, you are still an integral and necessary being without whose presence the world would not be how it is. Isn’t that in itself miraculous?

Our finite brains can’t comprehend the enormity of the state we live in, let alone the universe in which we reside. A universe that is just as alive as we are. A universe that, somehow, we still control and effect. Because as much as life is an illusion, it is also poignant and remarkable. You are given what you need. There is a greater force at work that we theorize about but can’t quite definitely understand. And maybe that’s just how it needs to be. Because if everything were explained, there would be nothing left to figure out. There would be no journey or development or growth. We are all essentially still in a childlike state when you consider what we know compared to the knowledge of the universe. But we lose the wonder.

We lose the wonder because we are gutted by our lives. We are literally and metaphorically cut open, killed and left to either resurrect ourselves or sit in that nothingness. What compels me to believe in humanity, and what keeps me in love with people, is that most often, we choose the former.

You do have love. It’s surrounding you and it’s brought you here. It’s so easy to forget where you are when you stare at the same four walls day-in-and-day-out. You can feel as though your part-time job waiting tables yields no consequence. But all while you’re distracted by the mundane and the ordinary, the miraculous surrounds you, you’re just blind to it.

There are stars colliding and life is evolving and things are transforming and existence is coming and going, it is, always will, and has been even in the 5 seconds it just took you to read that sentence. Whenever you feel hopeless, all you need to do is go outside and realize that you have been molded into human form for some reason. You are somewhere you may never be again. Your actions, no matter how inconsequential you think they may be, have been essential.

Pain is part of the process. It’s part of the miraculousness. You see it when light shines through storm clouds, in the refracting lights of supernovas, in the fact that you must be in a physical state to comprehend the physical things around you– sight, sound, material. But it is also those senses that facilitate your pain. All of these things are rooted in suffering, and yet they all yield the miraculous. So be here. Be part of what you’re sewn into. Bloom where you’re planted. Be aware of the greatness that you are and realize that without you, the seaming of this mysteriously interconnected world would cease to exist as it is. Hope is never gone, it’s just ignored.

Don't worry about your body.

It isn't as small as it once was,

But honestly, the world needs

more of you.

You look in the mirror

like you've done something

wrong,

But you look perfect.

Anyone who says otherwise is

telling a lie

to make you feel weak.

And you know better.

You've survived every single

day,

for as long as you've been alive.

You could spit fire if you

wanted.

i'm leaving this blog for a while - you can find me on my personal

yes but they are definitely not the only thing that matters ya knw

 

-11

 

i have no boob i have no penis i am a fish

 

naw

 

throat clearing, when people look through my phone, nosy people

 

naw

 

ya my friends and i express our love pretty often

 

dont we all??

 

harry styles yum

 

yes forever

 

sense of humor, cute boys, defined jawlines, cute boys and cute boys

 

just regular white ones

 

ya

 

their interests, whether or not i am physically attracted to them or not, their sense of humor, whether they are shy or not, and if they can handle me lmfao

 

my blog is so boring nowadays but i really don't feel like it that much anymore and i hope you're not expecting too much out of me because i will never be the blogger who updates three times a day every day sorry but that's the truth

 

something very exciting happened today that i don't wanna share with you yet because everything's not fixed yet but i can tell you that i'm so happy and excited and next year will be soo amazing

 

and a big sHOUTOUT TO MY AMAZING GORGEOUS HELPFUL ANGEL OF A FRIEND SUSANNA LEVIN I OWE YOU MY LIFE OKAY BBY ((EVERYONE NEED TO CHECK OUT HER BLOG OKAY))