I just want everyone to see how unrealistic some expectations are.
Once a week if I get around too it
lmfao like once a month. (and I am not one of those people who has barely visible leg hair)
I have never Once been with anyone who gave a damn about my leg hair. I have however had random girls comment when I wear a skirt or shorts. Sometimes I wish we could all just be friends….
“How am I supposed to decide this? How can I possibly stay without Mom and Dad? How can I leave without Teddy? Or Adam? This is too much. I don’t even understand how it all works, why I’m here in the state that I’m in or how to get out of it if I wanted to. If I were to say, I want to wake up, would I wake up right now? I already tried snapping my heels to find Teddy and trying to beam myself to Hawaii, and that didn’t work. This seems a whole lot more complicated. But in spite of that, I believe it’s true. I hear the nurse’s voice again. I am running the show. Everyone is waiting on me. I decide, I know this now. And it terrifies me more than anything else that has happened today.”
Love makes us beautiful. Do you know a single person who loves and is loved, who is loved unconditionally and who, at the same time, is ugly? There’s no need to ponder the question. There is no such person.
Jan-Philipp Sendker The Art of Hearing Heartbeats