#speak up.

[poppunksanart]

9/10/2017

Instead of of telling you why you shouldn't kill yourself, and there are infinite reasons; I'm going to tell you why I'm glad I stayed.

- So many albums have come out in the past two years that i've loved so much. I still listen to Bad Vibrations, California, Be Nothing, The Story So Far, and Mothership like they came out last month. So many tours came from that. Even though I didn't see any of those bands live, I saw the photos of the bands. How happy they looked on stage. That's one of the things that make me happy.

I would have never discovered my favorite color. I know that sounds lame, but I'm completely serious.

I never would have the amazing friends that I have now. I never would have seen how important someone can be to you.

I would have died not being sure how loved I was, not even thinking anyone did. I was wrong. The people I had called my friends, they didn't love me and they didn't care about me. I find out, every day how loved I am by my family and my current and forever friends.

I never would have had the guts to form a band, or share the music I wrote with others. That changed everything.

I would never have never met my neice, or never seen my sister's pregnant belly. I would have never seen how wonderful of a mom sure truly is. I never would have gotten my first job, or gone to concerts by myself.

I wouldn't have discovered books that I get lost in.

I would have never moved to a place I feel happy in.

I would have never seen Grayscasle, or gotten my car towed, getting the real city exlperience.

I wouldn't have been checked out by someone because I was front row.

I wouldn't have discovered The Maine, or the album that I can dance to front to back.

There are so many things I never would have done. I would never have been who I was or who I wanted to be.

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I tell you all this because there is so much to life, that you haven't discovered yet. I haven't discovered many things, but the things I have seen, changed how I see my life. Changed my way of thinking.

You're not alone, you're loved and destined to be, you're cherished by someone. There's so much that you have yet to know, to love.

Our worst enemy is silence. Don't be afraid to speak up! It's okay not to be okay! I love you guys.

If you ever need a friend, please message me. I'm always here, and I'm always a listening ear.

[autumnbeckons]

“Abandon all reason, avoid all eye contact.”

“Do not react.”

“Shoot the messengers.”

“This is a low flying panic attack.”

“Sing a song of sixpence that goes,”

“Burn the witch.”

“Burn the witch.”

“We know where you live.”

“We know where you live.”

[the1andonlycheck]

"as long as your alive your a dancer, dont ever let them take that from you"

Is a quote that I just read off tiktok.

TikTok - Make Your Day

This hit me deep and it hit me hard, because when you're so passionate about something and you lose something that lets you do it, you can feel like you've lost it all. But thats not the case you might have to work harder than others or find other ways to do it.

The things that I am most passionate about require my hands, baking, archery, and music in general or more specifically flute. If I lost a hand I know I would find a way continue my passions, because when your passionate about something your willing to fight for it no matter what it is, your passions, your freedoms, your life. You have to be willing to fight, if not for yourself, for others.

Dont sit back and let other people do it, if we all think like that it's never going to happen, You have to keep moving, if not for yourself, for others.

Speak Up. Be Loud.

[biogist]

is there something you would like to say, nick?

[mintmilano]

Do people really care about double/triple texting...millennials truly are our worst generation

[oishikim]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3Rf5qDuq7M)

[dignitalis-blog]

plops a homemade hand-knitted scarf around his neck and grins widely. "merry christmas, zach." opens arms and wiggles eyebrows. to hug, or not to hug?

To put it simply, Zach wasn’t big on expecting presents. Like, at all. At least not from friends. Family is a different matter; his father used to buy him lots of presents for Christmas, though ever since his mother stopped working, the presents became less and less. Not that he minded.

     That’s why when Ivy draped the scarf around his neck, all her ‘son’ could do was utter,

     “Huh,”      and he almost caught himself saying something along the lines of ‘why are you lending me this?’ 

Thankfully, realization kicked in sooner than that. Mind you; he still got enough tact. 

     “Did- did you make this? Is this for me? Whoa. Whoa.” Rough digits buried themselves on the layers of wrapped cloth, promptly disentangling it from his neck, and then he displayed it right before his eyes; milky brown hues reflect pure wonder at the intricate arrangement of wool; and more so at the design, the kind of pattern you’d spot anywhere that makes you feel like exclaiming ‘’tis the season!’ (but its nuance was definitely Ivy’s), very Christmas-y.

      His fingers tighten and he brought the scarf closer to his face, calm breaths through the cloth. “Thank you,” he spoke, voice muffled. Then he looked at her,

     “Thank you very much, Ivy. Thank you so much –oh man, I feel like a spoiled child! Pfft, you’ll be a great mom, Ivy. You are to me. Somehow.”

(And Zach’s not one to initiate hugs - yet instinctively, and awkwardly, he opened his arms at her. He probably inherited this trait from Ivy.)