It’s unfortunate, and I really wish I wouldn’t have to say this, but I really like human beings who have suffered. They’re kinder.
where i put things i desperately needed to say but wasn’t ready to publish, all i see is a person i don’t like. all these words were typed by this wretched person who seems like she’s never had a modicum of happiness, except for the tiny sliver necessary in order to know when you no longer have it. i don’t want to be that person any longer. life, just like fashion or art or anything else worth doing, is pain; that pain, as john green says, demands to be felt, but i refuse to let feeling that pain determine the path the rest of my life is going to take any longer. so while i cant delete the drafts, the pain i’ve felt before, i can make a conscious decision to move past it. that decision grants the best feeling i’ve had in a long while, and i can’t be happier.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolesence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
”—Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi
Kiss me goodbye and let me go
Because I’m drowning in your sympathy;
Because I can stand alone, if you let me;
Because I’ve been alone with myself for years now and I’ve adapted.
I can be alone, I can be
a pearl of great worth
a young lady of promise
the change I wish to see in the world
More than anything else, though,
all I want to be
Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins
best. flashmob. ever.
I am legit in tears.
literally the best thing ever.
I have goosebumps
that crescendo gets me every time.
This is just really great.
Does anybody have the link to this!?
You came crashing back into my life,
my Saved Icarus.
You flew so high
Fell so far
Lost your way.
But you rose again,
Unlike your namesake,
And became something even more beautiful.
You are my could have been
My one night only
The boy against whom I measure all others
And I know I’m not good enough for you now,
I’m too wrapped up in me,
But now is not forever.
And even if our paths never cross again
Thank you for reminding me
Of who I am through what I like.
And what I like is who I could be with you.
Maybe third time is the charm.
‘Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn.
Audrey Hepburn was the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.
…and history remembers her as pretty.
La France Sauvage By me
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I lost my voice this year, in large part because (in a “be careful what you wish for moment”) real life took over, and I had no time to write. I became more involved in living than in writing about living. And, you know what, that’s ok. Really, it is. This past year has been one of the hardest I’ve ever lived through, but also one of the most edifying. I learned from this year. And though I am going to write more now, I will never forget the importance of living life over writing about life. We learn through experience, and my hard experiences have made me stronger. Please learn from my mistakes, so you do not have to make your own.
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