Some days, it seems to me like the purpose of life is to convert energy into beauty.

You may be wondering why there are words on my hands. That's because I'm a dork. And I'm gonna choose not to explain myself.

Being silly is still allowed, not excluded by adulthood. What's excluded by adulthood is thoughtlessness, so be thoughtful and silly

I need Harry Potter like a grindylow needs water.

But when you are being physically and psychologically tortured, it is difficult to remove yourself from the pressingness of the moment at hand. Here's how I dealt with bullying: I cried, I hated myself, I hated my life. I didn't deal with it, I survived it, but I never dealt with it. So here are two tips from someone with lots of experience. 1: It's not about you, it has nothing to do with you, it's about the assholes doing it to you. 2: Your job is not to deal with it, your job is to survive it, which you CAN do because it WILL end. And then yes, it will get better.

But the truth of the matter is, to live a good life, as a good person, it doesn't matter how you got there. It just matters that you do.

Think of people as people, not problems that need to be solved.