| Tears of joy often come from intense battles of mental warfare in which one finally realized that happiness is simplicity personified by love. |
Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.
The smile on my face doesn’t mean my life is perfect, it’s just the reflection of knowing it will be one day.
| Some days you’re the pigeon, some days you’re the statue. Just keep in mind both serve a purpose, so no matter what, you matter. |
Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.