Quotes added on Tuesday, August 16 2016

Life is made up of Moments. Moments create Days, days create Months, months create Years, years create LIFE. Lose the Moment and you lose Life.-RVM

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RVM
inspirational

you often made fun

of my enunciated speech, how I clearly and carefully articulated each syllable of the words that danced between my teeth and pirouetted off my tongue like smoothly choreographed ballet. At the time, I was sheepish enough to believe it was something I should be ashamed of and so would always hide my blushing face when you laughingly noted this distinction in my voice. Now, I realize it was a poorly delivered compliment. Never did you have to ask me in a politely puzzled manner to repeat something I'd said because it was spoken too quickly or obscurely. Conversations with me were never hindered by lazy pronunciations. Language is a tool with which mental pictures can be vividly painted, and I utilized it. I think, secretly, the gentle cascade of sentences like a waterfall from my lips was pleasing to your ears, and you appreciated the soft caressing of individual letters. And what a shame it is, that you perfectly understood everything I said aloud, and nothing that I tried to communicate silently. You mocked what came easily out of frustration for what was harder to interpret. There's no shame in admitting defeat. Someday I'll be heard.

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seafoam*
writing

i want to stop hating my body and
i want to stop hating my mind
i want to be the one to complete myself
but i'm impatient; it's taking too much time
if i don't find anyone who understands me
i'm gonna lose my f.ucking mind

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whatdoidoo
sad

“You can find the flaws in anything,” said

the man who finds flaws in me more readily than anybody else I know. Despite this, it's my favorite criticism on my character I've ever been given because it is so profoundly true, so obvious yet overlooked. You see this facet of me clear as day while failing to understand most everything else about me, and perhaps that's what makes the frank observation so special.

So, Dad, I'll hand it to you: I am shrewd, I am nitpicky. I pull things apart with my eyes and my mind. I'm not easygoing or complacent. I see how things are and how they can be improved, and it drives you crazy because you don't want to look that long and hard at what's right in front of you. Giving it a nod of approval is easier. I appreciate your honest assessment of this difference between us.

What I like less is how, too preoccupied with vilifying me at any given opportunity for my high standards of work and material objects, you never acknowledge my softer, more accepting policy on human beings. I do not ridicule imperfections in people, but love and celebrate them. I put aside my frenzied analyzations and sometimes peer through rose-colored lenses.

Maybe you don't want to talk about this part of me because it's gotten me into trouble a time or two, and you don't want to think about the pain it's caused me. Maybe you're just too busy wanting to tone down the harsher half of me, that constantly pushes me to create bigger and better things, even though having a sharp head on my shoulders won't crush me like having a heart of gold hang heavily in my chest. One day these opposing pieces coexisting side by side might rip me apart, and I think that possibility scares you so you're trying to make the one meld harmoniously into the other, hammering them down with blunt force words.

But, Dad, you have to take your own advice. You're always telling me to let things be, let things go. Now you should do the same for me. Let me be all that I am and let me both suffer the consequences and reap the rewards that result. I'm still figuring it all out, but I know for a fact that it's all okay. Thank you for helping me to realize what, in eighteen years, you haven't yet yourself. I love you.

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seafoam*
openletter

Hello, here is my first post

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