when u catch someone lookin at you for like the 15th time and u just like damn u tryna holla or what
Progress does come with pain, discomfort, and uncertainty. It comes with the pushing through the acheThrough the places we feel too smallToo weakTo bore greatness For those who hold steadfastThere will be waterThere will be reliefThere will be life
Death comes to those who waitwho utter stationary prayersOn quagmire knees and stone feetWith clasped uncalloused handsAsking for the key to heaven But unwilling to climb the stairsFor those who waitThere too will be waterThere will be tearsThere will be silence
Maya Angelou (via emotional-algebra)
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.