“I don’t dress up for boys. I dress up to stare at my reflection as I walk by store windows.”
— (via herecomesthestrangegirl)
“I don’t dress up for boys. I dress up to stare at my reflection as I walk by store windows.”
— (via herecomesthestrangegirl)
“I know his favourite look for me. He says, ‘Will you dress like a villainess for me?’ That means tight black dress, hair parted in the centre and dark, dark lips. Very 1930s, very dominatrix. That is his absolute favourite look. I love the way he looks. He’s so handsome. He’s such an elegant man.”
— Dita von Teese about Marilyn Manson
“She is wearing her black dress. She isn’t crying, but she never did cry, anyhow. It’s a bright sunny day and she’s like a black shadow creeping down the empty street.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, from “No Exit & Three Other Plays,” published c. 1949
Stop apologizing. You don’t have to say sorry for how you laugh, how you dress, how you make your hair, how you do your makeup, how you speak. You don’t have to be sorry for being yourself. Do it fearlessly. It’s time to accept: this is you, and you gotta spend the rest of your life with you. So start loving your sarcasm, your awkwardness, your weirdness, your peculiar habits, your unique sense of humor, your voice, your talents, your everything. It will make your life so much easier to simply be yourself.
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
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