Never surrender your hopes and dreams to the fateful limitations others have placed on their own lives. The vision of your true destiny does not reside within the blinkered outlook of the naysayers and the doom prophets. Judge not by their words, but accept advice based on the evidence of actual results. Do not be surprised should you find a complete absence of anything mystical or miraculous in the manifested reality of those who are so eager to advise you. Friends and family who suffer the lack of abundance, joy, love, fulfillment and prosperity in their own lives really have no business imposing their self-limiting beliefs on your reality experience.
Some days will be beautiful. Live for those days. Live for the days when the sun shines on your soul and the smile on your face isn’t forced. Live for the days when you don’t give a damn what anyone thinks because your scars are a part of your story and you don’t need someone else’s approval to wear them with pride. Live for the life you always wanted but were too scared to pursue. Live for you. Live for me. Live for every person who has ever loved you, for the people who have come before you so that you may be here today. Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you’re almost there, just a little further.
“There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences but keeps the book.”
With evil stones.
Enormous but mini.
Couldn’t kill the pain.
Bright street lights,
Highlighting the mosquito fights.
Loud car horns,
Blowing at the young beast with heavy thorns.
Tearing the heart apart into bits.
Tired and fired a pistol,
Was a man with a rotten soul.
Don’t apologize for telling someone how you feel; whether it’s something good or bad. Don’t apologize for your honesty or your feelings. Don’t apologize for protecting your heart whether by being too guarded or walking away too soon. Sometimes you’re the only one who knows how to heal yourself. Don’t apologize for following your heart either. Don’t apologize for making a decision that will make you happy. Even if it might disappoint some people, if you truly believe it’s right for you, you should not feel guilty about it. Don’t apologize for treating someone the same way they treat you. Don’t apologize for letting someone know you’re not okay with what they’ve done. Don’t apologize for your vulnerability. For crying when you’re upset, for needing space when you’re confused and don’t apologize for the way you choose to handle your pain. Don’t apologize for being a bad friend to someone who wasn’t there for you when you needed them. You learn who your true friends are when times get rough. Don’t apologize for talking about love. Don’t apologize for being heartbroken when things don’t work out. The people who make you feel bad about your emotions are the people who truly don’t understand you. Don’t apologize for the nights you want to stay in when everyone wants to go out. You don’t have to always please people, you don’t have to always go out of your way. Don’t apologize for how you choose to spend your money. Whether you eat out a lot, travel a lot or shop a lot. You shouldn’t have to explain to anyone what you do with your money and why you’re not trying to save more. Don’t apologize for taking a chance on someone who’s wrong for you. Don’t listen to the ‘I told you so’ and ‘we warned you.’ Don’t apologize for falling for someone’s potential. We all do it. Don’t apologize for asking for closure. It’s not a crime. It’s not too needy. It’s not too crazy. It’s your right.
I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, there is so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now I am writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out.
to the most compassionate, intelligent, explosive, daring and courageous women i know: everyday is a day to celebrate your bravery, your spirit, your thoughts and your right to be treated as any other. the first word we should be called shouldn’t be “sexy”, it should be courageous; radiant, electric, passionate. today is a day to fight against the double standards, the stereotypes and the photoshopped models on magazine covers that shouldn’t tell you whether you are beautiful or not. today is a day to
fight for the brave women across the world who want to learn yet are terrified to because they might have acid thrown in their faces or they might be shot or they might be tossed in jail. and today, a little girl is secretly reading in the candlelight of her home, jumping at the creak of the floorboards or the rattling of the windows because she is denied the right to stimulate her mind. and today, we fight for that little girl. the one that could someday change the world yet does not have the education to discover the limitless beautiful thoughts that are locked within her brain. today, we fight for the stunning trans women that society refuses to accept. we fight for the gay women and we pray for the girls trapped inside a male body because their family refuses to let them be. we fight for the disabled women who are more likely to be the victims of violent crime and be the victims of rape and sexual assault, who are taken advantage of and trampled. we fight for the innocent girls forced into marriage at the age of five and we fight for the lovely girls told they are “too fat” or “too skinny” so that they start hating themselves at the age of six. we are women. we have always been here and we will always be here. do not treat us as goddesses- treat us as equals. we are women. so stand up for your sisters, celebrate each other and do not tear each other apart. and to the women who don’t think they have to be a feminist because they “don’t experience sexism/are not oppressed”- be a feminist for that little girl who is denied a voice, for the trans woman who’s looked down upon, for the woman who was raped for saying no. fight for each.
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Donald John Trump,
echoed the name;
either in love,
or in hate.
was the date,
when the people waited eagerly,
to choose the one, who’ll change their fate.
Who’ll be the President?
Hillary or Trump?
When the news was out,
people had a great bump!
‘Love Trumps Hate’,
the banner raised.
People thought they’ll have,
theirs years as waste.
The social media was filled,
with Trump’s jokes and hates,
but none could change,
the matter of the debate.