I think I can control it really well now, being in PR. Maybe too well, cos sometimes people just need to hear what they have to instead of what they’d like to.
The other day, you were on TV fielding inquiries from a mother agonizing over her son, who had become hikikomori (withdrawn from society). Your advice was: “You must change yourself before changing your son.”
I am going to get those cotton squares today.
On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.
That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.
That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.
That you control that completely.
That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.
That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.
That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.
That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.
That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.
That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.
And so are you.
via: I wrote this for you
i love this.
(via kari-shma)
I spent a good time thinking about this.
But! I just wanted to see how true it will be.
“With Saturn in your house of romance, you are becoming very discriminating, practical, and realistic about the type of romantic partners you should date in the future. This might mean changing your qualifications, or it might mean seeing the other person’s qualities more clearly. Saturn will work with you in the coming months and years, until 2012, to help you learn a great deal about yourself and the nature of love.”
That 9/11 was orchestrated by the world’s powers? I wonder about that sometimes. It makes perfect sense. Global warming, the wars, terrorism.. These were all introduced by political powers.
Global warming’s been talked about to death for decades now, but what have they really done to curb it? By saying - I’ll pledge to reduce carbon emissions by this much only if you pledge to do the same? That is a very strange notion indeed.
I was directed to http://www.infowars.com/ by MrSeptember.. “It’s a great site to get real news about real issues without all the spin, and manipulation :).. The radio show is packed with great information too…”
Is it also daft to make a new best friend who is on the other end of two continents, over some random phoney online chat platform? Well, too late.. I think I’m already hooked.
It creeps me out the way C keeps wanting to hang with me.
Errr… Is that normal?
I think I’m happy just being alone mostly but go through social phases. Or maybe I just need a lot of personal space. From people I don’t particularly fancy. LOL
WHO KNEW, that eating a warm boiled egg could be so gratifying, so.. Orgasmic. Who knew?!!
And the warm egg mayonnaise thereafter was simply divine. It was just missing some caviar. Mmmmmm. Or maybe not. Nah.
