We live in a world where it’s more acceptable to dislike yourself and openly say “I am ugly” rather than actually appreciate yourself and openly say “I am attractive” because how dare you feel good in your skin and say it out loud, what an awful human being you are, you can’t walk around thinking you’re good, you piece of shit.
“The Devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he’s a fallen angel, and he used to be God’s favorite.”—Leah, American Horror Story: Murder House (via vvolph)
Let’s go out to the tennis courts and talk it out like, “Yeah?”
I thought I left because you guys were going your separate ways, but then I realized I was the one who fucked up, And I probably did. SO I left in search of God and I failed. I thought I found Him, but it wasn’t Him who I found. And then I went with the flow of the world and did things I thought I would never do, my dignity has become un-pure, my mind more chaotic. And yet, here I am. Still waiting.