Biscuit

I like pretty words, and art!

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Words whispered to a child under siege by Joseph Fasano

If you haven’t read it, do. This poem does what words are meant to do and more than that

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When your gf’s this smart, funny, super buff (and flexible?), creative, artistic, beautiful, amazing person and you’re just this little guy who kinda stands there and smiles and provides cuddles as needed

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Mother Earth is crying

oceans overflowing

With her drying tears

Mother Earth is dying

We’ve been hurting her for years

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It’s a crunchy world

-my grandpa

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The world is always changing, dear

That’s the beauty and the tragedy of it all.

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Don’t mind me! I’m just having my complementary emotional breakdown after watching Wicked in my dark room because the powers out! Everything’s. GREAT.

Gelphie forever

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Falling isn’t weightless

No, it’s flipped

When you’re falling

You fly

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Why do I always draw good on the side of my homework but never in my sketchbook? Is homework paper just special??

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I would not ask you

To bear the weight of

A mountain upon your back

For I know you would

Take it without hesitation

Just as I am sure

You would be crushed

Completely.

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[ur-daily-inspiration]

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I wish I could collect them in a jar for you, so you could see just how much I like you

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So we’re in the airport, and we hear over the speaker ‘we have a blueberry pie here. If anyone is missing a blueberry pie, please come to terminal A’ totally monotone. My sister laughs and is like ‘a blueberry pie??!’ And my dad goes ‘that’s our pie.’ And runs away to get the pie

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“Part action thriller, part mystery, part bromance, and (just to be clear) 100 percent fiction” I have never been so lucky when I’ve pulled a random book off a shelf

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I’m “humble” about my grades because I don’t want you to compliment me on them. If you do, I feel happy and proud, and if it happens enough, I start to associate my grades with happiness and view them as a part of my identity. If that happens, even the THOUGHT that I might fail is enough to make me actually feel like I’m going to throw up.

I don’t want to be grade obsessed, but I also don’t want to feel like a failure.

My grades are not the reason you should think I’m smart. I am! I just want you to think that because of ME, and not an average on a paper.

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Every thought that I could think

Has been thought by someone else

Does that make me unoriginal?

Or part of something bigger than myself?