My Bieber Scrapbook

And the journey begins, it's now the first step to forever.

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justinbieberthinks: When I look up, I look for God’s hand to guide me. Handle me with care or else I won’t be there. You won’t have a hand to hold. Just an empty chest, where your heart’s supposed to go. I feel no pain. I will not suffer. I will cherish the life I have like no other. I praise the heavens for the fans I have. I make sure they are reminded that their love is grand. I don’t need money. I don’t need fame. I just want the righteousness of the girls screaming my name. The posters, the shirts, the crying, the voices being heard. I want you all to know that you’re my favorite things. Pay me a nickel for every beautiful girl I see. I am rich in happiness. I am blessed, oh galore! You are my golden eggs. The ones I adore. For the most part, you’re like my second halves. All pushed into a single beat. You are the sun. You guys are my heat. I was built into this world from scratch and pocket money. Look at me now, making more then 20’s. Bills, bills, bills. Houses and forts. My love for all of you is something no one can afford. My number one girls are the ones who stay up late. Chatting to their friends. Any time, any place. There are fans in Brazil. There are fans in Berlin. There are fans in Tokyo. There are fans in Madrid. I will love you to the moon. I will caress you in the stars. I will show the world how amazing you guys are. Don’t give up on me. Hold on just a little more. I know I’m not the best person, but that’s what growing up is for. I have to find the right path. And you gets are it. My base, my foundation, my life. My fans, they’re legit. 

justinbieberthinks:

When I look up, I look for God’s hand to guide me. Handle me with care or else I won’t be there. You won’t have a hand to hold. Just an empty chest, where your heart’s supposed to go. I feel no pain. I will not suffer. I will cherish the life I have like no other. I praise the heavens for the fans I have. I make sure they are reminded that their love is grand. I don’t need money. I don’t need fame. I just want the righteousness of the girls screaming my name. The posters, the shirts, the crying, the voices being heard. I want you all to know that you’re my favorite things. Pay me a nickel for every beautiful girl I see. I am rich in happiness. I am blessed, oh galore! You are my golden eggs. The ones I adore. For the most part, you’re like my second halves. All pushed into a single beat. You are the sun. You guys are my heat. I was built into this world from scratch and pocket money. Look at me now, making more then 20’s. Bills, bills, bills. Houses and forts. My love for all of you is something no one can afford. My number one girls are the ones who stay up late. Chatting to their friends. Any time, any place. There are fans in Brazil. There are fans in Berlin. There are fans in Tokyo. There are fans in Madrid. I will love you to the moon. I will caress you in the stars. I will show the world how amazing you guys are. Don’t give up on me. Hold on just a little more. I know I’m not the best person, but that’s what growing up is for. I have to find the right path. And you gets are it. My base, my foundation, my life. My fans, they’re legit.