Literally. It never gets old watching imbeciles run their mouths about me, only to find out I’m right, and they’re below basic. Especially if I stopped hanging out with you, now you see why. Goddess or not, there’s levels to this shit and you’re not on mine. Handle that fact with a fucking therapist. Plebeian bitch.
Trust your purpose. Everyone is here to fulfill their unique destiny.
Never let sheep guide you.
Those people aren’t intelligent, cool, talented, or top tier enough to listen to. If I didn’t follow my own path to appease doof balls, everyone would be dead. Had they focused on themselves, chose a social circle that elevates, instead of hate on people they can learn from, maybe they wouldn’t be so mid and lackluster. Trust I don’t miss any of them. Know your worth. Believe in yourself, your mission. Let them eat their words and choke. Via: PauvreOison
