drama

You have to understand your best. Your best isn't Barrymore's best or Olivier's best or my best, but your own. Every person has his norm. And in that norm every person is a star. Olivier could stand on his head and still not be you. Only you can be you. What a privilege! Nobody can reach what you can if you do it. So do it. We need your best, your voice, your body. We don't need for you to imitate anybody, because that would be second best. And second best is no better than your worst.

What you give meaning to is what causes your emotion. Before you react know why you are giving something so much energy or fear. When you begin to understand why you give things meaning you can begin to change how you react and why you do what you do.

Let go of the people who dull your shine, poison your spirit, and bring you drama. Cancel your subscription to their issues.

Shout out to everyone transcendinga mindset, mentality, desire, belief,emotion, habit, behavior or vibration,that no longer serves them.

Just becauseyou feel lostdoesn't meanthat you are.Sometimes youjust have to relax,breathe deep,and trust the pathyou're on.

He stared at the corner of the yellowed ceiling, at the spider web and its solitary occupant. __hy here?_ he asked the spider. __ou could choose anywhere instead of this house. I know I wouldn__ be here if I didn__ have to be._ The spider said nothing. Come to think of it, Callum was sure the spider hadn__ moved even an inch in the last week. Maybe it was dead. Dead and crisp like the untouched wasp carcass on his window sill.

Prot: I'm not tired.Brewer: I am.Prot: Perhaps you're getting too much sleep. All your beings seem to sleep a lot. Is that because it's so awful to be awake?

So much drama off and online...Be kind and respect others.Follow the golden rule. Always.Don't step on others.Chase your dreams the right way.Keep your head up. Then, everything else will take care of itself.

Would you dare to walk with the beast on the dark side of the moon?

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

Not to be too dramatic about it, that night I slept the sleep of the damned. I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odor of violets. A pale woman in Elizabethan dress stood beside my bed and whispered in my ear that the bells would ring. An old salt in an oilcloth jacket sat atop a piling, mending nets with an awl, while far out at sea a tine aeroplane winged its way towards the setting sun.

Cutting out drama... Healthy mind and body choices... Intent followed by action... Keeping real friends and letting go of the pretends... Livin' clean for Twenty Seventeen!

We dream _ it is good we are dreaming __t would hurt us _ were we awake __ut since it is playing _ kill us,And we are playing _ shriek __hat harm? Men die _ externally __t is a truth _ of Blood __ut we _ are dying in Drama __nd Drama _ is never dead __autious _ We jar each other __nd either _ open the eyes __est the Phantasm _ prove the Mistake __nd the livid SurpriseCool us to Shafts of Granite __ith just an Age _ and Name __nd perhaps a phrase in Egyptian __t's prudenter _ to dream _

It made sense, Amanda decided. People thrived on the misfortunes of others: her mother was the perfect example of that. Can't see a car accident, she thought, for wanting to climb inside and join in.

I want her back" I said "I want HIM back"~Charlie

Someone's boyfriend died in a rock-climbing accident in Switzerland: everyone gathered around her, on fire with tragedy. Their dramatic shows up support underpinned with jealousy- bad luck was rare enough to be glamorous.

Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn't just sad and slow music. It's a narration. And through the myriad of morning dew, we are the twinkling stars that fade with the rising sun.

If you want drama, settle for the one who will change your relationship status. If you want love, wait for the one who will change your life.