Some women don’t care what you can do for them. They care about what you could make of them in the inside.
You wake up and you realised, you suddenly have have wings! What will you do? You’ll go and cut those, because that’s what they taught you. They taught you to be sorry for everything. They taught you to be normal.
Mankind ain’t special, Kiddo.
It’s just you who wanna be so.
Every day is a part of life, so make it special.
I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do. And I got so backwards, trying to make myself matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me, and this place. It’s so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don’t even know why you need it; you just think you do.
You will always be
special to someone.
Unless you grow so old,
everyone you knew
When there is not a single special person in your life, you have so many special things for saying, and when you have so many special people, you cannot even find one special word for them.
What’s make you think that people will other type of clothes are special??
I can go to the shop buy such clothes and what??? Now I am important??
You are unique with special skills for a specific mission on earth.
Making and thinking about somebody is special… you go in the tracks of saying that you are horrible and not anymore special.