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@theencoree
When you tell your story, and itās painful, and itās hard, itās embarrassing or ugly, and for someone to look at that, and say, me too.
People wait all week for Friday, all year for Summer, and all life for Happiness.
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Self reminder: youāre still young and youāre not supposed to have your whole life figured out yet. Donāt stress. Everything will work out.
some of my favorite coming of age films
Freerice.com is a charity website that quizzes you and donates 10 grains of rice to the World Food Programme each time you get a correct answer. Every question pertains to word definitions, so you get to play a game, keep your mind sharp, and help feed the hungry all at the same time. Source
I mean, if youāre already planning on playing a game⦠how can you not??
I have already donated 610 grains of rice. š
I donāt know how but this actually describes me..
Love thissā¦
Ezequielās poem from The Get Down ( episode 1)
Boom, Then Crash The shattering of the glass I dive to the floor Busting my ass What the hell was that That was all that i said Then I seen a pool of blood Then I see my moms was dead No emotion in the commotion I wasnāt even sad Even when I learned That the bullet was meant for my dad Vietnam made pops half crazy He was already half-dead So, why couldnāt that have been him That they shot in the head? All the news that fits the print Mamaās death went unreported Not a whiff, word or a hint āthey donāt care about us niggasā Is how my pops explained it But I didnāt know I was a nigga Until my dad proclaimed it Six months later,Ā My pop was dead, too Drug related shots fired His skinned turned cold blue On the news that night The presidentās wife got a new hairdo The news guy said āI like it. How about you?ā No news about my pops In the post or CBS Why was that, you ask? Take a fucking guess And yeah, why is that? Is what the politicians should be asking But whoās got time for that When yāall skiing up on Aspen? Bronx gets gunshots to the head And all yāall swerving us is aspirin My momma was so lovely She would have had made your head spin Level the playing field And yāall would see who would really win And, yeah, I got anger But I donāt let it take me down Because my momma taught me better And she holds me up when I fall down Rest in peace, moms Donāt worry about your son Someday iāll make you proud Because, yeah, I am the one
Hey, itāll be alright. I know it hurts. I know itās all wrong. But changes comes. Happiness will come. Take a deep breathe and remember that thereās always a way. Itās going to be alright, please donāt beat yourself up.