I Automatically Assume People Wont Like Me, So I Dont Talk To Them Unless They Approach Me First. I Cant

I automatically assume people won’t like me, so I don’t talk to them unless they approach me first. I can’t become a part of a crowd because I can’t get past that feeling that I don’t belong.

Stephanie Kuehnert, Ballads of Suburbia  (via wordsnquotes)

If you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically assuming that the universe will reward you for one thing and punish you for another. The universe has no fixed agenda. Once you make any decision, it works around that decision. There is no right or wrong, only a series of possibilities that shift with each thought, feeling, and action that you experience.

Deepak Chopra (via creatingaquietmind)

I don’t believe in unconditional love. In fact, I think it’s unwise. My love has had a condition that if ever my love keeps you from you, from your growing, and realizing your personal potential, then I must step aside. No one has the right to stand in the way of another’s joy, development, or unique perceptions.

Leo Buscaglia (via wordsnquotes)

Once we nearly crashed into a tree because we were arguing over what music to listen to. You wanted to listen to some painfully hip techno shit that your friend had recommended, and it was giving me a headache, so we both kept fiddling with the radio, not watching the road. I grabbed the steering wheel at the very last second. When you realized what had happened, you laughed until you cried. At least I’m good in an emergency, I said, and you said: Sweetheart, you are an emergency.

Nicola Blank, from The Prettiest Girl in the Psych Ward (via medeae)

In that instant, I started seeing my body as my ally, and I started nurturing a new belief that I could trust my body to tell me the truth. Pain, after all, is the body talking. Panic is the body talking. More times than not the message is simply, ‘There is more to heal.’

Andrea Gibson (via wordsnquotes)

Tell me it gets better. Ask me about the dreamer that died. Give me a reason to not get comfortable in this skin. Show me the silver lining, the most attenuated form as it might be in. Remind me about the goodness in people, one that the dreamer could once so promptly and vividly recognize. Remind me. Of the strength she had, that they admired. Make me believe that this too, shall pass. Let me live, leave.

girl-in-blue (via wnq-writers)