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[winterwhisperz-blog]

I wish to become one with the salt

[xxcedric]

sometimes i forget im a mixed race child 

[ivowanendlessbliss-blog]

You are a holy ocean into which boys willingly plunge. They are standing on your shore, dying to drown in you. They can all tell you hold too many untouched continents to count. They have their flags ready, hoping that you will let one of them claim you. Here is the truth- You are not like the others. You ring in their ears, you tangle their vocal chords. They sing you in their sleep. You are not like the rest. You are a bruise, you are a stain. And when you leave, the memory of you long remains. That rhymed. Your laugh is louder, your heart a shouter, your skin a secret they hope to breathe. They speak you like a promise-true, not yet ruined, always slightly out-of-tune. But, like all good things, you are so easily cracked and broken. You contain so much of what everyone wants to be that we threaten to drain you completely. So, I tell you this. Keep your hills green, your lakes full of fish, your sunsets unphotographed. Boys will do nothing but cover you in slobber and smudged fingerprints. Keep your trees standing, your passion demanding, your heart shining like the moon. And when they come by the shipload, turn them away. They will only mark you, then leave. And you deserve so much more than their footprints on you. You’re the sea and they’re just ships.

Rebecca-Lynn Hislop, The Best Friend to Grace the Earth