“
I
spent a lot of years trying to outrun or outsmart vulnerability
by making things certain and definite, black and white, good and
bad. My inability to lean into the discomfort of vulnerability
limited the fullness of those important experiences that are
wrought with uncertainty: Love, belonging, trust, joy, and
creativity to name a few.
”
i wish people would see me
for who i am
and not for my face
or my body
or my awkward ways of expressionn
i wish i looked like what i am
and not for my face
or my body
or my awkward ways of expressionn
i wish i looked like what i am
“
We
rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to
articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy or sorrow. They
illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the
strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves. Whenever I feel my
courage wavering, I rush to them. They give me the wisdom of
acceptance, the will and resilience to push
on.—Helen Hayes
”
you
ruin
your
life
by
desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid
to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what
they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy.
Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you
vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing
to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful
in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down
and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that
girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her
in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open
yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold
in who, and how you love. There is courage in
that.
I honestly am
scared of life. What
I'm the most
scared is
that I won't
leave a scar at
all on this world.
Perhaps, I might
cause strangers to feel
pity for the loss of
life, but what
good does that
do me? I know I
would leave a rather
small mosquito
sized imprint
on this humongous world.
I dont feel
any comfort by this thought.
& pity
certainly does me no
good. I might
be too young to
even be talking about death &
afterlife,
however that's
all that's been in
my mind. This lingering
& taunting
thought has filled my
brain with questions
& confusion.
My reasoning
is very logical. I
mean who wants
to be forgotten? I dont want
to be another
person in their tombstone left
to become dust, &
become a literal part of
the world. I dont
want the only reason
for my death to be remembered
is for creating the natural
decomposition
due to the rotting
of my hollow bones.
I want to leave a
scar on this world.
Perhaps, my goal in
life should be to
create a larger imprint
or scar on this world.
Maybe not a mosquito bite,
however a orange
indention in this
world would
fulfill my dreams. Maybe,
my name won't
be forgotten nor
be allowed to
be gone with the past.
For all the dead deserve
honor
& to be remembered
for we all have a
story, none less
important than the
other.
"Wow you're so shallow not to talk to
her because you don't like how she dresses"
Okay, first off, I'm the LAST person to judge someone on what they wear and how they express themselves.
When I decide not to talk to someone it's because they've been rude to me or hurt me in some way and I'd rather not spend my limited time on this earth on people like that.
No I don't apreciate how she dresses but for goodness sakes that's not why I don't like her.
Okay, first off, I'm the LAST person to judge someone on what they wear and how they express themselves.
When I decide not to talk to someone it's because they've been rude to me or hurt me in some way and I'd rather not spend my limited time on this earth on people like that.
No I don't apreciate how she dresses but for goodness sakes that's not why I don't like her.
