#what

You don't know, oh, oh You don't know you're beautiful. ↗

— One Direction

#one-direction #song-lyrics #what-makes-you-beautiful #beauty

You are beautiful no matter what they say, remember words can´t bring you down ↗

— Christina Aguilera

#beautiful-no-matter-what #love #yourself #beauty

Then I wondered, what if? What if he kissed me? What if he told me I was beautiful? What if he told me he loved me? What would I say in return? ↗

— Markelle Grabo

#elves #fantasy #love #speaking #what-if

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom Who said he was in love He said 'Don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of,' But three months later He said he won't date her or return her call And she sweared 'God damn, if I find that man I'm cutting off his balls,' And then she heads for the clinic And she gets some static walking through the doors They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner And they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose ↗

— Everlast

#what-it-s-like #dating

Girl going past clinging to a young man's arm. Putting up her face like a duck to the moon. Drinking joy. Green in her eyes. Spinal curvature. No chin, mouth like a frog. Young man like a pug. Gazing down at his sweetie with the face of a saint reading the works of God. Hold on, maiden, you've got him. He's your boy. Look out, Puggy, that isn't a maiden you see before you, it's a work of imagination. Nail him, girlie. Nail him to the contract. Fly laddie, fly off with your darling vision before she turns into a frow, who spends all her life thinking of what the neighbours think. ↗

— Joyce Cary

#gulley-jimson #imagination #maidens #pugs #spinal-curvature

We make such messes in this life, both accidently and on purpose. But wiping the surface clean doesn't really make anything any neater. It just masks what is below. It's only when you really dig down deep, go underground, that you can see who you really are. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#mclean-sweet #sarah-dessen #self-discovery #what-happened-to-goodbye #life

To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee? ↗

— Victor Hugo

#love

What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#love

As one old gentleman put it, " Son, I don't care if you're stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you're all right with me. It's the music we make that counts. ↗

— Robert Fulghum

#fiddle #music #what-matters #music

Perfection: a collection of a variety of pieces that, when viewed and felt individually, are difficult and confusing; but when brought together as one, create a perfect picture. Symphony, harmony, serenity. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#harmony #perfection #perfection-and-confusion #serenity #symphony