I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to say “Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?” You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.

Not one single hurtful thing ever got changed by someone grinning and bearing it.

Hurtful things changed because people have said ‘That hurts me. Stop.’

And every time you try to silence someone and tell them that they shouldn’t be hurt, shouldn’t be offended, shouldn’t choose this battle, that this isn’t important and that other things are more important - you are serving the hurtful rather than the hurt.

But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

I’m allowed to be angry, I’m allowed to be sad, I’m allowed to be fucking frustrated. I’m allowed to FEEL everything I’m feeling. But at some point I need to take a step back and THINK because sometimes what I’m feeling isn’t all there is to things

I love you, and I love that you think I’m strong, but I don’t feel like being strong today. I feel like being angry and crazy and sad.

Do not be afraid to declare your desires. Everything you want is within your reach. Work hard and never give up. You can have everything you want.

The beauty of being theater trained is the utmost belief in the saying that “the show must go on”.

Never frown upon enthusiasm. It doesn’t make you look cool. It just makes you look like an asshole. Don’t be afraid to be excited about something! Excitement kindles the fires of passion that lay dormant inside your heart.

Existentialism isn’t so atheistic that it wears itself out showing that God doesn’t exist. Rather, it declares that even if God did exist, that would change nothing. There you’ve got our point of view. Not that we believe that God exists, but we think that the problem of His existence is not the issue. In this sense existentialism is optimistic, a doctrine of action, and it is plain dishonesty for Christians to make no distinction between their own despair and ours and then to call us despairing.