And she lived in fear of the fact that someone might call her beautiful, a word she believed she was unworthy of. Her face, it was beautiful. But, her soul was beautiful as well, her poise, her laugh, her personality, her love. It was all beautiful.

From A Book I’ll Never Write #42 (via thewonderfulworldwewrote)

Fear is poison, bravery is medicine

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So annoying when ppl r like "ur always laughing" "U laugh at everything" "It's not that funny" like OK sorry I'm a happy person why u bitter.