#s.c.(r.)c.

[soontobearose]

In my limited experience, I've come to the realization that people are the same, no matter where you are. They speak differently sometimes. Dress funny. But humanity is stubborn in its insistence to stay true to itself. Teenagers get drunk and make bad choices. Parents lose their temper. Girls and boys and boys and boys and girls and girls and adults still love each other in that stupidly passionate all-consuming way. Feelings have different words in different languages but they're still felt by everybody. I think that's what surprised me. But I think maybe my disappointment surprised me the most.

or maybe it wasn’t that people were the same, but that I was || s.c.(r.)c.

[soontobearose]

stop romanticizing yourself (or the problem with bookworms)

you are not that mysterious quiet girl who will draw in a coffee shop boy because no boy is going to ask what you're reading beyond casual conversation and it will not end with "I love you" but with "see you around" you are not pale skin and blue eyes that look sharp and unreal you are average and not irresistible unless you prove it and you are not going to prove it by sitting silently in a crowd and consoling yourself with how much better you are they want to talk to you but you always look so serious they do not know how good you are at learning darling, learn to smile too much and teach yourself how to talk to people memorize honesty because (honestly) people are not going to write about you you will not be someone else's protagonist pick up a pen

[soontobearose]

I am a Christian, but sometimes I carry my religion like it is my cross. I do not blame the people who would crucify me. If their sinks run red as they wash their hands of my blood, I am not mad that they are clean. I am angry because I made them feel dirty.

because my religion is supposed to bring people together, and it's chosen to tear people apart, and that makes me so very sorry and so very guilty // s. c. (r.) c.