quotes about yourself [Theme] Page 3

Does my chest?
Am I my stomach?
My hips?
The body I was born with
Is it not what you wanted?
If I wear what is comfortable
I am not a woman
If I shed the layers
I'm a slut.

Мои плечи раздражают вас?
Моя грудь?
Или мой живот?
Мои бёдра?
Разве то тело, с которым я родилась, -
Это не то, чего вы хотели?
Если я ношу то, в чём мне комфортно, -
Я не женщина.
Если я сбрасываю с себя одежду, -
Я шл*ха.

If I don't feel sorry for myself, who will?

Everything is already bad, very painful, and this is a reality. My life is an increase in all the bad, a superb degree of loneliness and loss.

You are where you are, and who you are, thanks to yourself, thanks to the decisions you made and the choices you made.

I would like to die on Mars - but not from hitting the surface.

I want to be a part of what changes the world.

I have my own graveyard of failed attempts. There are many tombstones, and somewhere in the depths are full of freshly dug graves that are waiting for something to be in them. But I do my best to keep them empty.

Woke up now healthy, physically strong and with an overwhelming consciousness of his filth, nothingness, badly lived and lived life. And still - mid-afternoon - I remain under the beneficial mood. How good, even profitable it is to feel, as it is now, humiliated and nasty! You do not demand anything from anyone, nothing can offend you, you deserve all the worst. It is only necessary that this humiliation does not turn into desperation, into despondency, does not interfere with the desire to get out of your smelly pit at least a little - it does not interfere with work, to serve, as you can.

I am a very bad person, very stupid towards good, and therefore I need great efforts in order not to be completely a scoundrel. As Yuri Samarin once said very well that he is an excellent teacher of mathematics, because he is very dull in mathematics. I am exactly the same in mathematics, but I am, most importantly, the same in the matter of good - very stupid, and therefore not entirely bad - no, I will boldly say: a good teacher.

There are people of the world, heavy, without wings. They're busy downstairs. Some of them are strong - Napoleons make terrible tracks between people, make confusion in people, but everything is on the ground. There are people who evenly grow wings for themselves and slowly rise and take off. Monks. There are light people, resurrected, rising slightly out of tightness and again descending - good idealists. There are those with large, strong wings, descending into the crowd for lust and breaking their wings. That's what I am. Then he fights with a broken wing, flies up hard and falls. Wings will heal, soar high.

The labor of making my hands, the love of my eyes?

Though the lips may quiver from adversity.

If you ask me why I work so hard, I will say I have no reason. Trying your best is the only opportunity in your life.

For me, life is a series of experiments.