Life Is A Gift. Don't Slap Away Her Outstretched Hand. Show That You Are Grateful By Being Kind And Gentle.

I have made no sin in loving. I have made no sin in caring for the wellbeing of others. For believing in a better future. For hoping and striving to do better, even if no one else cares. Even if everyone else is doing the wrong thing, it doesn't make it right.

I have decided to reject the coldness of the world no matter what.

And if i die from loving, I would have died at the hands of something beautiful.

Goodbye Isha, we carry you with us.

After hesitating for forever to share poems online (like my overthinking brain usually does) I finally posted one about how I was feeling at the time. One of my moots on insta told me I inspired her to start writing poetry again. Moral of the story is, do art and be bold, bc you never know who needs to see what you create. Even if the only one who needs it is you. That is important and that is enough.

This is your call to action.

Jorge Luis Borges, "To the Nightingale"

I would prefer to ache than to feel nothingness. I want to listen to songs that make me double over in emotional agony because pain is beautiful. Pain connects us. I want to skip down the street and run over train tracks. I want to be early to weddings in my best dress, and stay late at house parties helping my friend get the crumbs out of their couch. I want to sway with the ocean. I want to grow like a sunflower, to face the sun and have no regrets.

“i would rather die of passion than of boredom”

- Van Gough

Thinking this way changes everything about life. Whenever I align my mindset with what I want I can feel it moving closer.

“i need to organize my bedroom so my mom won’t complain to me” -> “i deserve a clean and tidy bedroom”

“i hate my body so i need to work on it” -> “i deserve a healthy body that i like”

“i need to study so i won’t be a failure in life” -> “knowledge is power and i deserve to be successful”

“i did something wrong and i hate myself because of this” -> “this is my first time living, i’m allowed to make mistakes and grow from them”

love and compassion >>> hate and fear

and remember: mindset is the key.

We are connected to eachother through legend and myth.

"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."

–Jonathan Gottshall

Behold, a spiral of insanity

Your bones carry the past and the future. Your soul is beyond time. Knowledge and love exist beyond time. If you feel heavy it is because you are carrying generations of memories and endless possibilities.

Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.

Please take care of my darling for me, old world of ours. Please give more smiles than scraped knees. Good tears, and dancing, and rainbow lights scattered along the ceiling. Give dappled sunlight beneath leaves of whispering green. Give windows-down nights and wind through dancing hair. My darling belongs to the sunrise and the star speckled sky. Be kind to my darling, dear old life of ours.

-from me to you🧸

We should just let ourselves fall in love with life.

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here