Support the human in each girl... Nothing is simply a girl thing, we are half the world, we are different in all our unique ways. Hell, we are humans ,man! No two humans are the same , that is true diversity, keep that safe. We are half the world and half the world is in our minds. Embrace that , cuz we are no more, no less, just human, trying to find our own beautiful way of being. Let. Us. Be.
Protect weird girls. Ya know…. the ones that used to make up intricate games on the playground about ghosts and saving the world. The ones that used to have a whole BOX of fucking rolly pollies and worms. Those girls that used to have mason jars FULL of fucking god knows WHAT on their mother’s back porch. Protect… girls. Girls that daydream too much. Girls that could go out to Walmart dressed in cow girl boots, and a faux fur coat. Girls that invent whole other worlds in their heads. Girls that love too much. Girls that don’t love quite enough. Girls that don’t look, or sound the way society expects them to. Loud girls. Quiet girls. Angry girls. Sad girls. Support girls being themselves, and being unapologetic about it. The ones that get labeled “weird” for simply existing and being brave enough to not dim themselves down, just because society tells them, too. The girls that never lost their magic once they grew up. Support weird girls.
I've never gulped water with such rush. With such restlessness, like i do now. I hope for it to fill me up. Completely. From inside. Like its a heavy plug. The hole in my chest would stop bleeding for once, and my heart would float for a second in the emptiness, it used to drown in.
-mauli
"He's a book that doesnt find itself in the front showcase of the bookstore, not in the popular aisles, no. It's the one you'll stumble upon when least expected, it lurks in the corners which the common reader seldom visits. Or it might tumble on you when you're not looking, catching you by your breathe, making you fall hard, making you fall fast.
But when it's is finally found, I stop my brain before it's filled with thoughts on the cover, for a good book can't be judged that way, it's common knowledge.
I run my fingers through unintended pages , reading the random excerpts word by word. Page by page, phrase by phrase, the book makes me want to stay. It makes me want to read it patiently, not possibly all at once, for its just not possible. It's pages over pages of just art, waiting in the dark to be perceived.
It takes away your breath with each sentence, compelling you to comprehend the obvious beauty and beyond all, the meaning, the purpose and the pain.
Even if one manages to reach the last word, he's the book that would never suffices you in just one reading. So, I read it over and over and over again, never having enough. The simple complexities, the rhymes and rythmes, the perfect imperfections , the utter beauty and the guarded mysteries that leave me hanging each time, wanting more.
In quest of learning all of him, one can live a life, content, forever; for one will be loving the outcast charm that's this book, forever."
-mauli
True , so true , and sometimes those teachers mean more to you than they are expected to by the world.... The good ones are so underrated
getting compliments from teachers does blessings to one's self-esteem
Some people get too agitated and irritated when there loved ones try to correct them or teach them something. People who care for them try to give them their time and help them ,huh, what can someone do when a person doesn't know they need help.
These people repeatedly get their blood boiling and think they know everything. And at last , people who care about them, stop caring. They stop . And that is when you know that you aren't even worth someone's time and word and patience.
You lose some precious people while they lose nothing .
No matter how bright the sun burns,
or tries to fade away your light.
I know the night will always come,
and you will be there;
making the most special part of my sky.
Whenever my ship at sea is lost,
you show me the right way;
even when the compass ditches,
I know,
you will be out there .
At the most beautiful part of my sky
The stormy clouds will hover,
and sometimes fade you away;
away they'll fade you but , I know you,
You'll shine rather brighter again.
And I hope you will be this way.
You are the most special part of my sky;
and no matter whenever you go,wherever,
I'm glad I'll see you every night,
everyday,
cuz' you are brightest star in my sky,
and you will always and forever,
Stay.
This is a poem that I wrote out of 4 random lines that came into my mind.It is dedicated to everyone in my life who is there , even in the hardest times. To Dad ,Sis and especially , MY MUM.
Give healing the space, to take place.
Just found it at the time in my life where i was asking myself, "why isnt my life and ME normal? Why cant i be carefree and reckless and ignorant for once!?" Here, my inspiration just gave me the answer...
“No one is remembered for being normal.”
— Albert Einstein
Life is short, live everyday....
That's just what everyone might say.
But life,
It's BIG.
It's LONG.
Oh heck, it's WIDE!
Let no one tell you otherwise.
Your first 20yrs may seem like the assurance of a "happily ever after" if done correctly.
But there is no correct way.
Everyday, may seem like you are not doing anything worth, life is so short.
But it's not.
Take your time.
Do things you love and do something for your loved ones.
Yes, there is a lot of time for most of us,
But remember , there is no time to waste.
Yes life's unpredictable.
And that is another reason for you ,to do you, everyday, step by step.
No, long life isn't assured, but if we make ourselves miserable thinking our life will be better if we do a 1000 things a day, we are still wasting it
No one will live our life.
We will.
Embrace each day you get, cuz many don't get a next day.
Live like you have to live forever.
Speed things up for your excitement, not because your life will be ruined if you don't.
You. Have. Time.
A lot. Or. A little.
You. Have. Control.
Live time. It's not to waste.
-mauli
Ahhhh perfect and pure fantasy of love ✨💜
jazz music is just so great and romantic like yes just spin me around and dance with me in the kitchen while sinatra croons on the shitty radio we own and just love me love me love me