Some people would say that we find ourselves on our own. I’d disagree. I believe that the people around us shape us more than we know. The way they tear us down, build us up, cherish us, reject us; it all envelopes who we are and who we will be. Eventually, I’d like to think that when I do find myself, the fragments of people I love; their qualities, love, and encouragement, will reside within me. I’d like to think that I’ll become the version of myself that’s everyone I love wrapped into one.
It makes me angry to see so many girls undermining themselves. Society is fucked, it shows us the stereotype and automatically people think that’s how you should look. No it isn’t. Beautiful comes in every size, every shape, every colour, and every person. Don’t fall into conformity. Don’t believe everything you read or see on the cover of a magazine. Make your own cover. Make your own story. Be your own kind of beautiful.
Waking up to you, damn that’s a nice high.
Don’t get attached. Don’t get attached. Don’t get attached.
For all the insecurities that you made me forget about.
Next time, I’ll remember not to try so damn hard.
“The love I have for you is so immense,
That if it ever fell apart,
I would drown in it.”
All I ask is for my engagement ring to be identical to Brooke’s and my husband to be as hot as Julian.
- Lucas to Brooke:
I'm the guy for you Brooke Davis.
- Lucas to Peyton:
It's you. When all my dreams come true, the one I want standing next to me.
- Lucas to Lindsay:
You're the girl I love.
MAKE UP YOUR GOD DAMN MIND LUCAS