This is it?
If Cinderella Would Have Turned Back To Get Her Slipper, She Wouldn't Have Been A Princess.
Look Back At Your Mistakes And Grow Stronger From Them. Yes, We May Fall, And Sometimes It's Hard To Get Back Up, But When We Do, We Grow Taller And Stronger <3

A little about me...
*I'm 4'11
*I love, live, eat, breathe Disney World
*Learning to love myself more everyday

Now, you tell me about yourself. (anonymous or not) I wanna know.

tennants-hair:

lokean-nomad:

nothingbecomingsomething:

weightlesslives:
Posting on Tumblr is like talking to your cat. You don’t know if they are listening, and you don’t know if they care, but for some reason, it still helps.
This might be the most accurate thing I’ve read ever

And sometimes they attack you completely unprovoked.

That too

Yes


grilledcheese4evr:

petalpunx:

stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love

This is the most important thing I have ever read.

Yes

quirkyyyz:

Everyone can be a princess, you just have to believe it
I want to kill myself but too scared but I need to end my broken heart and emptiness. Help?

butterfliesandwildflowers:

I wanted to tell you, “no, don’t kill yourself,” but I can’t. Because I know exactly what are you feeling.

I feel also empty, lonely, like nobody wants to talk to me, even though they are free and not busy. I feel like I have no friend. I feel like I’m with no one. I can’t even determine what’s so wrong with me.

Every time I’m feeling this, I don’t know what to do. I do not cut. I do not do drugs. I have no way of escape except from art and writing. But I can’t create art when I am feeling devastated inside. I can’t fall asleep because I’m over-thinking. I can’t eat because I’m worrying. I can’t write because words are not coming, all failing. I can’t do anything, because I am absolutely feeling lonely and empty.

I’m trying to talk to people, but they are not interested of anything about me. I’m trying to go outside and have a walk but it’s still lonely. I’m trying to paint, write, draw, blog, but it is not working. I don’t know what to do.

Sometimes, I feel some kind of hope, because of the lies I continue to tell myself. Sometimes, I feel, “omg, this is it,” but it’s still not. I’m just fooling myself in order to create temporary happiness.

Right now, I’m still alive, hoping for a better tomorrow, wishing to have no more sorrow, and to have friends and be happy already.

I chose to carry on even though I have thousand valid reasons to give up. I don’t know the exact reason behind that.

Sorry, if I didn’t answer your question straightforwardly. This is all I can say to you for now because I’m also suffering loneliness and emptiness right now.

xo,
Jerico Silvers

Oh my god I am so in love with Jerico.