Grit: A Poetry Collection, Silas Denver Melvin
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Grit: A Poetry Collection, Silas Denver Melvin
sometimes i think life really truly is horrible but then i remember how many more autumns i will get to experience in my lifetime and how many good books i will read and how many comfy sweaters i will wear and how many great meals i will eat and how many times i will sit at my friends kitchen table at midnight and talk about nothing that really matters
I say I love my bodies, do I? When I look in the mirror there is always one improvement I think I could have in the back of my mind. Every person wishes to be someone else. Some people might say my body is perfect but to me all of your body is perfect. A skinny person wants to look fat, a fat person wants to look skinny. What exactly is perfect for the definition of bodies? People with small boobs want big boobs and people with big boobs want small boobs, some with curly hair fancy straight hair but people with straight hair always wish they had some curls. Will we ever be satisfied with our bodies? Will there be a day when I will look in the mirror and not find any insecurity. Will I be able to checklist all the "perfect features" of my body? I wait for the day when my every insecurity turns into the best part of me when I look in the mirror. But for now, all I wanna do is throw a stone in a mirror so that I can't look at myself anymore and feel ashamed that I criticize the very thing keeping my life.
-eurus
being kind is so easy just do it
“So many books, so little time.”
— Frank Zappa
And so little me.
i always be so hard on myself for no reason like chill tf out bitch we on the same damn team
Pinky promise
ping-kee - prom-is
[Noun]
: the most sacred, serious, vowel anyone can ever swear to. If broken, you must suffer some serious consequences. These promises come straight from the heart and are sworn to value.
The way some teachers think that students do not deserve even a bit of respect and it's their duty to show them that, it's disgusting and crushes me on the inside that our mentors don't believe in equal respect and basically equality.
I just need one day with my books,food,netflix,scented candles, an ink pen and a diary,music and myself alone to get my shit together or else I'm dropping everything and running to a house beside a lake with all of those things istg
You ever see a pretty dress, a well-organised notebook, a peculiar balcony or read one line of poetry and get the overwhelming urge to reinvent yourself
Every freaking time.
Went out today and clicked pictures and recorded videos of the sky and it made me really happy after so many days, well, skies always make me happy!!💗
And also this song is so pure.
all good faith identities are valid & beautiful. if you use a label that's very hated on for being "contradictory" you're valid & loved. dictating labels will always be bigotry. nobody knows your individual experience. you know yourself better than anyone.
“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.”
— Beau Taplin, “And You”
you dont wanna mess with me i cry easily