— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via youlooklikesomethingblooming)
She was blue fire burning with passion
and I was a blizzard freezing
She was an angel I never knew I could have.
Before I met her, I would walk everyday
with my brain above the clouds
and my heart underground.
Now I can’t hear my voice without her sound.
She became the stars in my nights,
She taught me how to fly
and now I’m not scared of heights.
We are each other’s armored knights.
She was the one who made me believe
that dreams and wishes aren’t just for kids.
They say ‘best friend’ is not a title but a promise.
And she is my almost-five-foot promise.
She | LCT
(A Poem for My Best Friend, Kim)
School is so not cool right at this point of my existence. All I do is read and study and understand and memorize and then forget. This is actually the time when I’m almost always found inside the library super busy eating my Accounting books and my calculator. Finals week really is one (or more) hell of a week. Idk. I’m just so not prepared for our exams and my Acco Prof is just so… nvm. Yet I’m still praying that everything will be just fine. Father God, please help me and our block.
i hate when i lose things at school like my pencils and papers and life ambitions
— (via apolengga)
For ninety nine percent of my life,
I have been built up by “Well, you’re supposed to do this”
and I have followed every stair step, every
ever time they told me I was supposed to.
I learned to say bless you before someone was even done sneezing,
because I was supposed to.
I learned to keep my elbows off the table, because I was supposed to.
I learned to hold the door open for everyone, because I was supposed to.
I learned to sit in church and be quiet, never raising my hand and asking the twenty questions constantly on my mind, because I was supposed to.
I learned to smile when someone said something that hurt me, to kill them with kindness, when they were just killing me, because I was supposed to.
I learned to let the boys look at me like I was meat, like I was theirs to own, like I was there to please, because I was supposed to.
I learned to grit my teeth and bite my tongue when I disagreed, because I was supposed to.
I learned to fight the appearance of depression by swallowing sorrow and not letting anyone know that something was wrong, because I was supposed to.
I learned to be “fine” and always respond with “I am good, and you” because I was supposed to.
I learned to stay alive, not because I wanted to, not because I deserved it, but because I was supposed to.
And I lived like I was supposed to, breathed like I was supposed to, and did everything like I was supposed to
but I have spent one percent of my life wondering what it all means
and where I fit into it all.
My skin is calloused and my heart is beating too fast
and what am I supposed to feel now?
You’ve put me into the world and told me to be myself, all while telling me who I am supposed to be.
I am not cookie cutter perfect, I am not ancient art perfect, I am not.
and I am still trying to figure out how to be.
I think it was in tenth grade, my childhood education teacher shared a fact with us at the beginning of class each morning and I remember
March 26th well…
or maybe it was April 26th…
She put up a slide that showed the statistics and proven facts
that women don’t say concrete things,
they say things like “I think” and “maybe” and “I guess so” and “sort of” and “I dont know”
and maybe it’s just me
but could it be women are still afraid of their own voices?
that we are still struggling to say things with certainty,
to speak our opinions
in a world where men have put us down,
made us feel so insignificant
that our own thoughts could be wrong,
that our own opinions don’t mean a thing
could it be that we’ve spoken up
only to have our own words shoved back down into our esophagus,
down into our feet,
until it is nothing but a whisper
nothing but silence
maybe we speak in quiet phrases
in unsure voices
because that is all we know
though I am not really sure
what would i know?
who am I to speak up?
You will start to believe you’re flying
but you’re not.
You will imagine magic and fireworks
and taste cotton candy in your mouth.
Spread your broken wings.
Honey, you are falling.
You are falling in love and you are
falling too fast.
You are falling in love and you are
falling from thousands of feet
above the ground.
You need someone to catch you.
Because you are falling and you don’t
even realize it.
You are falling, please, don’t forget
You are falling and there’s no safe landing.
No one’s waiting.
No one’s willing.
— To Fall in Love is To Fall Off a Cliff. LCT
can i log out of life