Isnt it amazing how beautiful people are. Like just look at anyone and study them and their features and how their lips tort and eyes glisten and how their hair falls or sticks or lays. How their eyebrows flex and the way their arms fold, how expressive their hands are. The way their body moves and how their chest rises and falls so subtley with their pulse. People are beautiful even if we dont find them attractive. The fact that they’re a living being is unbelievably magnificent.
It feels soft.
The edges are curved and I glide,
I do not run.
It’s like the world is less harsh.
I no longer feel like a serrated knife-
Walking around aimlessly.
Everyday afraid of the next person I will obliterate.
I no longer fear the words people say.
They do not matter.
Because I know I am better.
Not the very best,
But better than how I was.
A yes or a no, no longer sends my head spinning
Because I’ve grown quite fond of maybe.
Just as I am soft,
And it feels right.
In the same way a nice bowl of oatmeal,
feels warm in the morning.
Embracing the sunlight, too feels warm.
My glassy eyes were transformed with tears.
I thought I would never stop.
They said crying is healing,
I spat at their lies-
Disgusted by my vulnerability.
I used to be a piece of glass.
People watched me from a distance,
Always afraid to get too close
Because I would shatter.
But I realize my tears have washed away
much more than just mascara.
I learned to feel.
The phrase ‘It’s a healing process’ used to sound like a death sentence.
But now I see that it’s just them saying to be patient.
The virtue I am learning.
I was told to take refuge in thought that life is gradual,
I didn’t think it would ever come.
But it did.
When each day is not as hard as the last,
I know that I am no longer a serrated knife.
I am becoming soft.
Healing is a journey."
"name one video game thats better than GTA 5"
uh thats easy? barbie horse adventures wild horse rescue?
|-||Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody (via feellng)|
I am making a deal with myself
tonight I can wallow and cry and tomorrow I am going to get up and move the fuck on because life isn’t gonna stop just because a boy doesn’t like me
|-||Anonymous (via carolineflack)|