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the magic that lingers in the air of autumny forests 🍂✨🍁
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A Nigerian acquaintance once asked me if I was worried that men would be intimidated by me. I was not worried at all – it had not even occurred to me to be worried, because a man who would be intimidated by me is exactly the kind of man I would have no interest in.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie // We Should All Be Feminists
The Sweet Hereafter
This is the essay that got Cassandra Hsiao accepted into all 8 Ivy League Universities
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Read this and think, then think again.
To the girl who’s strong but tired
I know you’re strong but you’re tired – of doing your best but still not being good enough, of being yourself but still constantly judged. People view your strength as arrogance, your confidence an over one, your inquiries as challenge, your curiosities as judgments. Why, oh why does the world be quick to judge, stereotyping one despite not knowing; of making another version of yourself even you, yourself aren’t aware of yourself as. They didn’t know that you’re on the verge of burning out. They didn’t know that you’re nearly done. They didn’t know that at the back of all those strengths are wobbly knees and constant pondering if you’re doing it right. They didn’t know that behind the fake confidence is self-doubt. At the end, they didn’t know that your everyday is made up of self-queries as to what is wrong with yourself, what have you done wrong.
See, I know it isn’t easy to be that strong girl whom everyone relies on, of leaving almost everything left for you to make a decision of. People are so sure to let your hands handle everything but in truth, they cannot see nor hear your silent pleas for help hidden behind your false smiles or the white flag you’re waving, telling everyone that no, you can’t do it anymore. I know it isn’t easy to be the girl who keeps on keeping everything fall down with no one ever asking if you are falling down yourself, giving away with the weight of everything you’re holding in. And when the time comes when you can’t handle it anymore, when you’re on the verge of being tired of putting a strong mask on, people will blame you for owning it all up when in fact you aren’t even given a chance to refuse to do so. Some will tell you it’s your own fault, you’re overreacting, some will encourage you with the words “I know you’re strong, you can do it” but no one will even bother to ask if you’re tired, if you’re okay.
But I’ll tell you this, yes, you are tired and there is nothing wrong with admitting for yourself that you are but never ever forget that you are STRONG. Take a break, gather yourself up, and renew your spirit. Do it in your own pace no matter how fast or slow it may be or even if you have to undergo the process alone because again, it’s okay…it’s okay that you are tired and you’re allowed to feel down or feel emotions but never let the word ‘tired’ overpower the strength inside of you.
That was just it. You never knew what lay ahead; the future was one thing that could never be broken, because it had not yet had the chance to be anything. One minute you’re walking through a dark woods, alone, and then the landscape shifts, and you see it. Something wondrous and unexpected, almost magical, that you never would have found had you not kept going.
Sarah Dessen (Saint Anything)
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VANSIRE // Eleven Weeks
Since we last spoke The past eleven weeks The stacks of paper left me feeling Like sentience is not quite what it seems When we last wrote It was the sun and me With cliffs as high And fears as deep With my magnum opus, my starry-eyed recitative The color on these trees It's like something from a movie Last night I smiled While laughing at a moonbeam We're all moving I felt awoke Our summer music spree My reflections on being cut free It's turning out to be the strength I need I hope you know That there's still joy for me In fleeting moments I take relief In my suspicion that these past months Were a dream You should see these trees It's like something from a movie And when she smiles The earth's no longer moving The thought's soothing
I read and loved it first before it even blew up as a movie
the tiny, little part in me
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Drinking strong black coffee and writing my third book. x
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no it won't be love at first sight when we meet it'll be love at first remembrance cause i've seen you in my mother's eyes when she tells me to marry the type of man i'd want to raise my son to be like
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