#notes to selves

[dancing-at-dusk]

Hozier Playlist

Notes to self, off the top of my head

Rd. 1

Take Me to Church, From Eden, Movement, Work Song, Like Real People Do, NFWMB, Arsonist's Lullaby, Sweet Music

Rd. 2

Dinner and Diatribes, Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene, Cherry Wine, All Things End, Through Me (the Flood), Eat Your Young, Francesca

Rd. 3

Wasteland, Baby; First Time, Be, Unreal Unearth Album

[zarfpoetry]

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[victorylighthill]

Achievement unlocked: I just listened to Late Lives without crying for the first time ever. In public, too.

[g4yr4t]

dear garrett. why are you not asleep.

dear systems manager. you tell me.

[g4yr4t]

go to sleep, little galaxies. your walking self has to go to classes. settle your stars and let your moons and planets rest.

[victorylighthill]

if i hear your ghost, i’m a fool. if i slit my throat, it will be to use.

[lalalawords]

Note To Selves (Sometimes, I am Serious)

To the restless dreamer who's followed her heart and run into walls, over needles, off of cliffs.

To the kind soul that takes time out of life's mad dash to the finish line to reach into his backpack and take out a dollar and place it into the lives of the needy. And walks away smiling.

To the mother who spends minutes upon hours upon hours in a car and falls asleep on the couch out of sheer exhaustion of not once, not once, thinking of herself today, and only of her babies. (Babies in high chairs, babies in lecture halls, it's all the same)

To the father who barrels through work to get home to his family.

To the friend who notices the soft, sad lines in another friend's face and goes to buy her a cupcake on a whim.

To the broken heart that still drags herself up for class at ungodly hours despite being weighed down by the words and moments and people that so cruelly let her down.

To the cautious, head-over-heels boy who was just a little bit too late.

To the burned, reborn from discarded ashes of a self that allowed others to tear them down.

To the girl who lies about her weight on cardio machines, in case somebody is looking.

To the child that runs dry and lives warily and grows up too quickly.

To the writer who thinks his utterly breathtaking words are too ordinary to be valuable.

To shadow dwellers that crave warmth but fear the sun.

To the warrior who fights his demons. Always and alone.

To the self-proclaimed background noise who apologizes for herself.

To the half who can't find the other.

To the half who lost the other.

To you.

You deserve joy.

Joy that vibrates rooftops and bursts through clouds and wraps you in its arms on the most frigid of evenings. Joy that allows you to squeeze your eyes shut when you laugh and smile with your teeth when you cry.

You deserve joy.

Joy that shares the last warm chocolate chip cookie with you, that splashes through puddles with you in the pouring rain. That listens patiently when you grace the air with thoughts and feelings and dreams that are all your own.

You deserve joy.

Grasp that hand that is held out for you. Hold your hand out to others.

Never tell yourself that what you feel is wrong.

Breathe.

Let yourself be. 

You deserve joy.

You're a survivor. You've made it through everything this glorious, devastating journey called life has thrown at you. You have been knocked down, tossed aside, branded, shattered, lost, and jaded, but you're still here.

You're still here.

You deserve joy.

You deserve joy.

Believe it.

[thehouseofhello]

Dear Ragnarok:

We all have to go to bed by 1am tonight.