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Heart vs. Mind

@beautybootybrain-blog

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“You know, you act like love is so easy. It’s not. It’s work. Hard work. You have to work to keep loving the person and to keep them loving you. And sometimes you have to give up everything, *everything*, for them. That’s not easy. You can’t give that to everyone. So if I seem cold, or heartless its because I’m saving that for someone special. I can’t give it to just anyone.”

— Slytherin to Hufflepuff

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Money talks. “Save me,” it says.

“Sorry, brah. I gotta pay the rent.”

Hemorrhaging bank account.

“This cost of living is killing us all.”

Silicon man living a silicon life. Dreaming

of the real thing.

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“When you are your own best friend, you don’t endlessly seek out relationships, friendships, and validation from the wrong sources because you realize that the only approval and validation you need is your own.”

— Mandy Hale (via c-isnenegro)

Source: goodreadss
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poem. from salt. by nayyirah waheed. 2013.

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Lost Generation

We live in a generation that has become so educated, yet uneducated at the same time. More than ever, there is an increasing amount of students dropping out of school, and it’s not seen as a crime. Students who drop out of high school will earn roughly 200,000 dollars less than a high school graduate, and almost nearly a million dollars less than a college graduate who was adamant that they wont let society decide or control their future, simply because they were passionate. Dropping out of school is not a crime, but interesting enough, more than 75% of those who drop out, resort to committing crimes.

 We live in a generation where being bigger than the size 2 is a crime. Girls are more worried about looking like super models rather than role models. They are more concerned about how many followers they receive, then doing what they believe and setting goals to achieve.

 We throw up the hash tag #RelationshipGoals, simply because this is what we are aspiring to be or have. Girls want big booties and big breasts, expecting men to respect them because of their features, not knowing that to him, they’re just another one of his booty calls, because he’s nothing but a cheater. Guys don’t respect women. They’d rather have a #RideOrDie, because they know any trouble they get in, could be covered with a lie. There would be nothing for them to deny. They know that no matter what they do, they’ll get by.

 We live in a generation where our “Goals” are to have what we see other people have.  We don’t seem to have any LIFE GOALS, CAREER GOALS. This is a generation that has lost the true meaning of oral communication, because we are blind and have no identification that our participation is a representation on who we are and what we want in life.

 This generation has become addicts to a drug that gets stronger and stronger as the days go on. People can’t seem to lose interest in it, cause it seems like every time anyone tries to rid of its dangerous powers, the grip tightens and tightens, similar to that of a python. Everyday it provides people with more and more of the satisfaction they are seeking, showing no signs of slowing down its toxic consumption of mankind. It has become a mastermind that has made us blind, because we don’t see that with it, our lives have become pre-designed.

 This generation has become to addict to technology. Kids are more concerned about their phones, than interacting with loved ones. Technology has possessed the power of connecting us with one another, yet disconnecting us even further. We sit at home posting “selfies” and #Goals for hours, not realizing that we’re losing one thing we cant get back. Time. Time is something that waits for no one and yet we waste it away watching 6-second videos, retweeting pointless memes, or even posting worthless statuses. This generation has become so technologically advanced, that we have lost the abilities to perform little tasks without the need of technology. During our younger years of school, we were taught the simplest things, such as how to add or multiple, how to properly sound out words, yet its 2016, and I STILL know people who don’t know how to do something simple as being able to tell time on an analog clock.

 You see this generation might just be the most spoiled generation yet. They don’t know the meaning of ‘hard work’ cause they don’t want to break a sweat. Caring for anyone or anything else doesn’t even cross their minds. Seems as if we somehow develop some sort of invisible blinds. Somehow, our world is now only filled with ‘I’S’. IPhones, IPods, IPods, so many ‘I’s’. They have forgotten what it meant to show care and love to one other, because we are to drowned into our lives. We go to dinner, or maybe even a movie, and more than half the time you would still see people being solely invested into their device, rather than having a conversation with their company.

 Not to say that this generation is the worst generation yet, but by the rate of things, wont be nothing but a couple years of the same routine, and we would openly armed except the title. It’s sad to say that even though we live in the 21st century we are all still slaves. There’s only one difference though, and it’s that we don’t have the chains.

submitted by: Jamie Stellenberg

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let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think - damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and think - I made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripping down chins, pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror, you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle hands all over your body, lifting you up until you are as light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love, no hurricanes, but sunshine that builds you up from within, that helps you make it through the worst days. you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend in yours, telling you that it is going to be okay. because it is. and don’t trust poets, we’re no good, we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls. you know what is beautiful, instead? the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, scars and all. music that makes your soul flow like a river, books that offer comfort, families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through tears. baby, from now on you are going to romanticize healing; honey dripping down your fingertips, August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now. bad news: no one is coming to save you. good news: you can save yourself.
Source: wnq-writers