"You’re one of those people with the most beautiful soul. So beautiful that when I look into your eyes, I see the sunrise and sunset, the universe, the calm ocean, the most beautiful things in life, at once. You might hate the broken pieces of you and your soul but I want you to know … Continue reading February 4, 2015
“And lastly, remember that even in your weakest moments you will be okay. Those moments in time that seem like you can’t get over it – remember yes you can. That sick feeling in your stomach will subside, those thoughts will pass, and everything will work out just the way it’s supposed to.”
Trying to take in some positive vibes! 🙂
Important (noteable) rules that I have learned in one month.
- The radio is NOT your friend. All music seems to be about love, heartache, breakups, whatever! Stay away. Listen to a premade playlist or play rap music. Rap music doesn’t seem to have feelings other than confidence boosting and hater-ade.
- People will notice that you look like shit. “You look tired”, “Are you OK?”, and “Are you feeling OK?” will be questions that you are frequently asked. Don’t let it get to you too much… It’s not like you will look like this for the rest of your life.
- You now have 5 different personalities. This is always fun.. Who will you be today? Who will you be in an hour? Get to know them all… they all have important lessons that you need to learn.
- Remembering the good times seems a lot easier than reminding yourself of the future…
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Remember when I told you I have written a lot of poems and stuff about/because of you? Well, this will be the last one. And I'm going to pour my soul on this just like I did pour all the love in me to you. I may or may not send this to you because … Continue reading THE LAST LETTER
what about when you’re dirty and angry and hard? what about when you close yourself to beauty and sunlight? what about all those times you lie in bed alone with covers over your head screaming so silently just wishing someone would hear those painful whispers, just imagining the day when you’d wake and forget this life and forget this time and forget how it felt to have a heart that was in so many pieces you would never know how to start putting it back together.
and then, breath by breath, one by one, the shards and particles and porcelain chips would start to find their way back into the shape it once was. except for missing bits and pieces, here and there. and in those shallow hollows, memories would come flooding in, like plaster, to fill the holes and make it whole with stories you’ll try the rest of…
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