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I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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I’m seventeen and depressed and this is me.

Publishing your work online and wanting the approval of your audience makes it hard to remember sometimes that you don't owe anyone your creativity. Sure, it's a give and take. You bless them with your work and they show gratitude. But one does not dictate the other.

Write and create when you feel like it, not because you feel forced to satisfy someone else.

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What right has anyone to say

That I

Must throw out pieces of my heart

For pay?

For bread that helps to make

My heart beat true,

I must sell myself

To you?

A factory shift’s better

A week’s meager pay,

Than a perfumed note asking:

What poems today?

-Langston Hughes, Poet to Patron

“Easy. They just let us forget. Give us too much to process, fill up every minute, keep us distracted, it’s what the Tube is for, and though it kills me to say it, it’s what rock and roll is becoming — just another way to claim our attention, so that beautiful certainty we had starts to fade, and after a while they have us convinced all over again that we really are going to die. And they’ve got us again.”

— Thomas Pynchon, Vineland

I pledge allegiance to the flag,

of a country, broken, shattered, lost,

and to the values for which it should stand

one nation, divided about God,

with liberty for some and justice for the few.

I decided to rewrite the pledge of allegiance, so it would be actually true….didn’t realize how dark it would get.

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“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”

John Green, Looking for Alaska

Reading the lives of many of the saints, some of them seem almost inhuman. That’s why I’m glad there’s a saint like Joseph of Cupertino, who is known, among other things, for being kind of a dumbass.

He frequently forgot what he was told to do, dropped piles of dishes, found exams “difficult and stressful,” and was generally regarded as “remarkably unclever.” He passed his seminary exams by miraculously only being asked questions he knew. He’s the patron saint of students sitting exams and people with learning disabilities (also pilots, because he was prone to levitation). 

“O Great St. Joseph of Cupertino who while on earth did obtain from God the grace to be asked at your examination only the questions you knew, obtain for me a like favour in the examinations for which I am now preparing.”

love this guy

he’s levitating in every painting i’ve seen of him and everyone’s just like “there he goes”

I enjoy reading the lives of saints sometimes so I looked this fellow up and then went browsing through his medals, and I have to say most of them basically just look like these paintings but then there’s 

NYOOOOOOM! 

[ID: Four images; the top three are of a man in a Franciscan order’s robes, levitating, while other friars and sometimes angels look on in amazement. He has upraised arms and a fluffy beard and seems pretty cool. The fourth image is a saint’s medal shown front and back; the back reads St. Joseph of Cupertino, while the front shows a man soaring through the air horizontally, arms outstretched, greatly resembling an airplane.]

can you imagine having been this guy’s peer. like, he’s a dumbass but also he floats. he just floats some times. this guy who relentlessly doesn’t understand shit about fuck, in seminary, the place where you go to learn about religion, that guy, the guy who is dense as fuck, this guy is clearly channeling the holy spirit.

do you think his classmates watch him float and glow and quietly think about every lecture he ever slept through and every bible verse he forgot and every key piece of theology he somehow managed to not learn. after years. in seminary. the school for knowing stuff about what the fuck god is doing.

particularly what the fuck god is doing with st joseph, the flying fuck-up.

Be like St. Joseph the flying Himbo

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I don’t know where it’s from, but my favourite one is „I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed.“

The best part about shakespeare insults is that it always takes people a minute to realize they’ve been insulted.