COMPLIMENTS THAT AREN’T ABOUT PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
1) You’re empowering.
2) I like your voice.
3) You’re strong.
4) I think your ideas/beliefs matter.
5) I’m so happy you exist.
6) More people should be listening to what you have to say.
7) You’re a very warm hearted person.
8) It’s nice seeing such kindness.
9) You’re very down to earth.
10) You have a beautiful soul.
11) You inspire me to become a better person.
12) Our conversations bring me a lot of joy.
13) It’s good to see someone care so much.
14) You’re so understanding.
15) You matter a lot to me.
16) You’re important even if you don’t think so.
17) You’re intelligent.
18) Your passion is contagious.
19) Your confidence is refreshing.
20) You restore my faith in humanity.
21) You’re great at being creative.
22) You’re so talented at ____.
23) I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people.
24) You have great taste in ___.
25) I’m happy I stayed alive long enough to meet you.
26) I wish more people were like you.
27) You’re so good at loving people.
"25) I’m happy I stayed alive long enough to meet you."
The two best compliments I’ve received in the past year or so were from close friends. One said she loves how honest I am, she always knows she’s getting the straight deal from me. The other said that she’s seen me go through more personal growth in the last few years than anyone else she knows.
These are the type of compliments that matter to me. It shows me that people see me for who I am and appreciate me. Not that I don’t like being told I have pretty eyes or whatever, but I didn’t have to work on myself to get them. They don’t make me a good person. And one day they will be wrinkly and droopy but I will still be honest and trying to be a better person.
Harry Potter graphs/charts
#fairy forest #renfest #2013
Every year on Dudley’s birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she’d ever owned.