Not to be fake deep but “open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see, that I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me” is the single greatest line representing the duality of self-love and self-deprecation ever written.
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I would slap my 15-year old self across the face and 15-year-old-me would probably understand.
If my thirty year old self came to slap me across the face right now I would understand
note to self: stay quiet to remain mysterious and also to not embarrass yourself
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
T.S. Eliot , Tradition and the Individual Talent, 1919
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remember that self love is a journey, not just a destination.
honestly birthdays were so easy when i was younger like i just wanted toys and stuff like that but now? my parents r like “wht do u want” and im just like??? some self esteem?? emotional stability?? a hobby??