(sɛr ənˈdɪp ɪ ti), (noun) | Recognized as one of the most beautiful words in the English language, serendipity is defined as the occurrence of making pleasant and desirable discoveries by pure accident. It is also deemed as one of the most difficult words to translate in the English due to its whimsical and magical nature.

  • etymology: Its origins stem from a Persian fairy tale, The Three Princes of Serendip, who were known for “always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of.”
stop defaulting to “this is just how I am…” you are who you create yourself to be. you are not locked into personality traits, weaknesses, hobbies, interests. you are not some ambiguous future self who you will mold into – you are creating yourself, your future self, right now… so what are you going to be?
—  something to inspire and liberate you
No, you are not difficult to love, and anyone who makes you feel that way is not loving you the way you need, nor the way you deserve.
—  Reading Graffiti #5 | Nikita Gill

You used me as your cigarette;

you lit me up;

you inhaled me up in to my end, until I ran out;

flicked me to the ground, and stomped on me with the sole of your shoe;

until there’s no spark of fire;

and now I’m on the ground, crushed and put out;

Wishing that you had never put me in your mouth.

You left me a suicide note and everyone thinks it’s a love letter. I don’t know what’s so romantic about a bunch of I’m sorry’s and a smear of blood on the corner. It’s just a wrinkly piece of paper and it means almost nothing to me just like your life meant almost nothing to you and I laugh at your funeral because it’s just that funny; it meant nothing to you but it meant everything to me.

 Last week I turned the corner at school and I saw you leaning against your locker like you would any other day and you looked so healthy and happy and you said “don’t be late for class” and I collapsed right there in the hallway. The last thing I saw were PROM posters and everyone was whispering “poor her” but I just kept thinking about how good you would have looked in that nice black tux and now you’re six feet under in a nice black tux. 

When fall comes around and it’s time to turn in our science projects I remember how much time and effort you put into that model of Jupiter and I’m so dizzy because why would someone put so much time and effort into something if they weren’t going to be alive to see it through? And just like that I realize I don’t forgive you, and I'll never, ever  forgive you because you left me just like Jupiter; unfinished and forgotten and now all I have is a love letter with the words “it’s all your fault” written in black ink.

—  It’s not a love letter, it’s a suicide note.