Look at nature. Look at flowers. We never walk into our garden and say "Oh wouldn't that flower be so much more pretty if it were taller? Or red instead of pink?" No, we don't. Because nature was created perfect just as it is. And so are we. We are part of nature, we are how we're meant to be, we are perfect just as we are.
What makes a man a man? A friend of mine once wondered. Is it his origins? The way he comes to life? I don’t think so. It’s the choices he makes. Not how he starts things, but how he decides to end them.
"I went off and read the books after the audition and I read the first four books in one sitting – you know – didn’t wash, didn’t eat, drove around with them on the steering wheel like a lunatic. I suddenly understood why my friends, who I’d thought were slightly backward, had been so addicted to these children’s books." - Jason Isaacs on the Harry Potter series
Made a wrong turn Once or twice Dug my way out Blood and fire Bad decisions That’s alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated Misplaced Misunderstood Miss no way it’s all good It didn’t slow me down Mistaken Always second guessing Underestimated Look I’m still around Pretty, pretty please Don’t you ever, ever feel Like you’re less than Fucking perfect Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing You’re fucking perfect
Never forget that <3
Never let anyone make you feel less than perfect.
oh my god i thought this was gonna be one of those sad fandom posts but it was so much better
Im so emotional right now and this is not helping i am sobbing and i dont know why