Kinda made my day Hey you, yes you.
go grab a glass of water,
sit in front of the mirror and smile.
even if you have nothing to smile about, just try it,
you'll find something beautiful in you.

if you think you're ugly or having a bad hair day,

focus on your eyes, i think your eyes are beautiful.

don't think so? think again, there is no such thing as ugly eyes.

still smiling?
STOP!
now smile again.

notice you're more beautiful when you smile.
cool right?
You should try it more :)

are you scared of anything right now?
Are you stressed?
Take a sip of water.

now before you wipe the water away,
see the drops of water on your lips.
notice how they shine,
even in the tiniest bit of light.

they're just like you.
you shine no matter what.
you'll put up a smile even though you're hurting
you'll shine even though you're bursting into tears.

How do I know?
Because you're still here, practising self-care.

and you know self-care isn't selfish.
you know how to feel and you know how to breathe.

You're shining,
and I'm very proud of you.

(please spread this message forward)

Ok

Explanation:

Thanks

Okay this honestly made me tear up a bit thank you <3

horror and alarm

this is shown in the exserp then he beat at the door and called, but none responded, and for wrath he could have dashed the door down, but it was too stout, and he had no weapon; for his arms had been taken from him.when it was dark, suddenly it seemed to sir lancelot that the room smelled foul, as if he had been carried into the midst of the quaking marsh, and was sunk deep in the slime and weeds of a pool. then, through the arrow-slit, he saw many strange lights come, dim and blue like the wild lights that dance and flit over the lonely marshes by night; but that which made him   marvel was that these lights were two together, as if they were the eyes of evil things. and they came up to him with a breath that was cold and dank, and they seemed to peer into his face, but he could see naught of their bodies. the hair upon his head rose, and his skin went cold. they pressed all about him, and to defend himself he struck at the eyes, but his blows beat only the air. then suddenly sir lancelot felt sharp pains, as if small keen knives had been thrust into his flesh at many places. the stabs increased in number and in pain, and sir lancelot beat about himself and ran to and fro in the narrow chamber to escape   the evil eyes and the stabs, but it was in vain, and thus all night in much misery he suffered. when for sheer weariness he lay down and tried to close his eyes, the evil things would not let him, but ever they tore at him and stabbed him.