The perks of being a nobody.
Welcome to a land of misfits. These pictures are of no significance other than the fact that i, as a misfit, find them beautiful.
The perks of being a nobody.
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THIS IS WHY THERE ARE NO LONGER ANY RELATIONSHIPS. 
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I took this photograph of my cousin’s baby, Jihaad, whom i love with all of my heart. 
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You can’t help but awe. 
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Sometimes i want to think that i am not too bad looking after all. Sometimes i try to think that my body weight is okay. Sometimes i want to think that i have personality and brains. Most of the time i think the complete opposite. I really think i’m none of what i just mentioned because “I mean, boys don’t chase me around all the time..” but I think I’m okay with it. 
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Lately i feel as if everyone expects you to be perfect and nothing but that. Your looks are your everything because at the end of the day it’s what makes the first impression and gets you that hot guy you’ve been eyeing all year. They say that it’s okay to be who you are because we live in a society where you’re free to express yourself and be who you want to be. But it’s all lies. Even though they might say that, it’s still expected of you to be this ideology of perfect. As soon as you’re anything but that you’re immediately excluded from your peers, whether it be purposefully, unintentionally or just said at the back of your mind. I think that this is why girls are resorting to extremities of all sorts and it’s quite sad. No one’s okay with their body until they fit the perfect tag. What is prefect anyway? And who deciphers perfection? I would just like to know who gives someone the right to judge another because they don’t fall under this so-called category of perfect because it’s fucking up everything and most importantly, it’s creating a world of insecure girls who are nothing less than beautiful. 
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COYOTE UGLY IS MY FAVOURITE MOVIE OF ALL TIME AND I WON’T HESITATE TO SAY THAT EVER. 
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The honest truth.
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I don’t know but i’m just really sad lately and no one would ever be able to understand. and i know that that’s a cliche thing to say because you’re never alone and there’s always someone going through what you are, but i’m truly alone and i just don’t even know anymore. 
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A photograph taken by me. lol.