14:26





She is art. Her curves elegantly carved from a universal iron chisel. Her eyes were painted by the blue sky that swirled with puffy white clouds. Her cheekbones etched from the sharpest pencil and her smile stretched across the corners of the cleanest canvas. Her hair was woven connectively by the sun’s rays. Her heart was set beating by the loudest thunder. Her touch was wired by the strongest electromagnets and her presence was coated with the shimmery stars that spread infinitely.

Like all art, she is under appreciated. She is not told she is beautiful enough. She does not believe she is enough. All of her life, there was no one that ever permanently hung her on their wall. No one ever sits down to admire her and figure out who she truly is. Her body becomes her own canvas, constantly painting on new identities to cover up the old. She tries to conform to the wildest of unrealistic works, a shape only digital enhancement could improve. She believes she is a waste of work in a large gallery of so-called perfection.

Like all art, every aspect of it is absolutely beautiful. So is she. But she doesn’t believe it because she lives in a world that doesn’t let her.

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22:53

Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship.

I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone.

But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore.

I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you?

It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning.

The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together.

Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.


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19:23

I know you're nothing like mine
Cause she's walking on sunshine
And your love would tear us apart
And I know I'm not your type
Cause I don't shun the daylight
But baby I'm willing to start

                                   But my dear this is not Wonderland and you are not Alice.

We try to hide our feelings but we forgot that our eyes scream...We tried to be cool but we failed.
No one is coming to save you. This is no epic fairy tale. There is no Prince Charming that will swift you off your feet and fight away all your fears. And now you sit in silence. Somehow, quiet is violent.
You’re in this on your own. It’s you and your own ability to survive. And you get out; out of that dark place that is called mind-just to realise that you have been left with nothing.

                                         With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite

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