Naya Simera: I’d key their cars.
"If I really wanted to have his child, I would have fucked him by now.”
"Okay, but I really don’t know what’s up."
"Okay… well uh… how’s your sister? Or you know, father, mother… everyone."
"I don’t know if I can answer that, but what’s wrong?"
"Thank you, so much."
"No problem, really."
I feel like I should reblog this every day.
"Hello, beautiful Naya. And my face is cuter."
"Are you saying that I’m beautiful on the inside too? Hmm…part of my ‘rehabilitation’ is learning to accept compliments instead of refute them. So…thank you. Although, my big heart and generosity has gotten me in not-so-good situations before."
"Change…change can good. If I could go back, I would have been the person I wanted to be, without worrying about what other people think. I wouldn’t drink as much either…Anyway, people change all the time, for better or worse. And promise me you won’t become a nun. I’m sure you’d make a great nun, but it just doesn’t suit you."
"I’m saying that everything about you is beautiful, so yeah, it includes your outer beauty, obviously, but mostly your inner. And it’s a good thing that you’re accepting these compliments, because they’re genuine, sincere, and… you should believe them. That’s because you are way too generous and you trust people you shouldn’t. Or you care about others and they bring their problems to you."
"You can still become that person, you know? No one’s forcing you to be someone you don’t like, it’s not too late. As for your drinking, there are things you can do to help you go back to an occasional drinker or an entirely sober person. So yeah, you can change if you want to. Hehe, okay, I promise you I won’t become one… I’ll become a stripper, it suits me a lot better, and it pays more."