i think my favorite message in moana is that you don’t have to get things right the first time around. you’re allowed to make mistakes and you’re allowed to fix them, whether it takes a couple days or a thousand years.
may this month be filled with softness and kindness: our hearts be filled with hope, contentment, and joy and our minds be a palace of peace and happier thoughts. may this month be all about sharing and receiving love and being full of love.
When I read, I become a part of the character. If the character feels lost in their world, I feel lost in life, if they’re confused, I become confused, if they’re breathlessly in love, so am I. And this is what I love about reading so much. The ability to become lost in someone else’s life, someone else’s world. To be able to leave my life, and live in someone else’s is the most amazing thing in the world.
tbh ill never forget what bighit did to jin. even if he does get the recognition we all know he rightfully deserves, i can’t. i can never forget how they ignored, isolated, discouraged, and restricted him from unveiling his true personality. i can never forget how they pushed him so far back in line ups that some armies didn’t even know he existed until they saw bts’ interviews. i can never forget how they called him a “visual” and yet gave him only two seconds of screen time, i can never forget how their excuse for jin’s lack of lines was that his voice was suited for korean ballad tracks and yet gave him the least amount of lines in bts’ slow & ballad songs, i can never forget how bighit released house of cards, a song for the vocal line, giving jin, a vocalist, one line to sing over and over again throughout the 3:46 duration of the song, i can never forget that jin, living in a culture where age is so significant, had to beg yoongi (edit: my usage of the word ‘beg’ was a bit too harsh for the nature of what happened so i apologize if it sounds misleading but either way, jin had to ask yoongi to GIVE HIM lines), someone who is younger than him, to give him lines in ‘dead leaves’ since he already knew he would get the least, i will never forget how jin was so surprised when he was approached to sing the ost because his confidence in his ability was so limited that he thought jungkook would be approached instead of him, i will never forget how jin was forgotten on the ‘comeback home’ header because he was so underappreciated, that the designer didn’t even remember he was in the group, i will never forget how the verses jin wrote for awake were rejected 20 times before it was used in the actual song, i will never forget how jin fucking cried while singing ‘awake’ at almost every show because of how much he knew (or thought) that he wasn’t equal with the members & yet in spite of it tried his best every single day just for them, i will never forget that jin’s vocals exceeded what bighit cared to show us to the point where when ‘awake’ was released, our hearts, mind, soul, & body were fucking astonished, blessed, & amazed by kim seokjin, the man at the back who can fucking sing but is constantly overshadowed. i will never, ever, ever forget how jin, who was excited for his graduation,wasn’t able to even go to his college graduation when jungkook was able to go to his, i will never, ever, ever forget no matter what how bighit treated kim seokjin & his talent. & i swear, the day kim seokjin gets the recognition & the lines he deserves, bighit will be ever sorry that they restricted fucking kim seokjin from being who he is. in bts’ next comeback, kim seokjin is getting fucking lines. i don’t care what we have to do armies & jin stans, we’re getting him lines no matter what. can we please trend the hangul hashtags that translate into #GiveJinMoreLines during a certain time in August?
New YouTube Video!! So many times, we have a struggle between what our mind tells is best, and what our heart wants us to do!! Hope you enjoy this little journey I go on to TRY to bring balance to all of this!
As a human being, you have unlimited potential. Think about it. We are the only species that is able to shape our lives with the power of our decisions. So use your mind, use your heart, and create your masterpiece.
The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give you forever.
There is emotion in the hug, and there is respect and a form of love. Emotion that comes from honesty, respect that comes from challenge, and the form of love that exists between people whose minds have touched, whose hearts have touched, whose souls have touched. Our minds touched. Our hearts touched. Our souls touched.
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Would someone care to classify? Our broken hearts and twisted minds. So I can find someone to rely on and run to them, to them, full speed ahead. Oh, you are not useless. We are just misguided ghosts travelin’ endlessly.
I’m tired of being sad and having no clue as to why I am this way, so I’ll write about the happy bits of me and why I smile. I dance when I’m alone, when the music gets just right and I’m sure that no one is watching, it’s okay to feel lonely, I used to not like the idea of it, but once you’re comfortable in your own skin even depression starts to feel like a breeze. I’m reading a book that says we are the beliefs and thoughts that we think and believe in. So if I say that I’m happy a thousand times, one of those will come back as true. So if I say I’ll find the love of my life some day, some day she’ll appear in front of me while I’m writing another poem. It’s good to have goals, the only goal I’ve ever had up until recently was to keep myself happy with someone else, that’s not a goal, but an illusion. You can’t live your life for someone else, it’s called your life for a reason. Happiness must happen when I say so, so I’m saying so. We bring into this world the kind of kindness that we’ve been dealt, so when I fake a smile, my mother is omnipresent. Although it’s not real, fake it until you make it, right? The book also says, spend more time doing things that make you lose track of time, so I decided to write again and more often than not, to not compare myself to others because once you start doing that, there’s no going back. I don’t write like someone else, I write like myself. I don’t think like anyone that I know, there’s just you and the beautifully twisted world, we’re all trying to find redemption inside of coral skies and trustworthy friends. I would break my own hand to contain my anger, it is contained. Happiness is what we make it, so if I say that it exists, then it will be so. Listening to your guidance, that makes me happy. You know who you are. Breathless to the words, you paint the sunrise with your pinky and promise that as long as I’m here today, tomorrow will not be filled with sorrow. I keep writing letters to the future person that I will be, I wonder if I’ll change. I probably will, we all do in one way or another. I’m the kind of person that snaps a picture of the sky while I’m driving, I’m reckless, but we’re still alive. Life’s too short and I need to be more careful, I’m certain that death has given up a few passes for me. Do you ever feel like you’re running out of time? Like there’s something trying to make a statement, a lost word that even google couldn’t even get its hands on. Do you ever feel like no one’s really listening? We’re all selfish in the end, but the ones that truly listen– they are the ones that I live for. I maintain online friendships better than I do with my siblings, I guess our thinking is just on different frequencies. On the topic of frequencies– the you that you would like to be is out there, you just need to listen. Hear the right words said by the right person and you’ll be in the right spot to be the you that you’d want to be in this life. Do you ever feel like you’re not good enough? Remember that thing I said about thoughts? Sometimes we just need to let go a little bit, embrace the art of it. To be left to the wind, the unknown will bring us to more adventures and you may not be loved by many, but there’s a chance that you will be– why not take it? I would like to break out of this, I want to smile more and to laugh a little louder, I just want to make myself proud of who I will be versus who I used to be. And you can’t turn back the hands of time, you cannot change your mistakes– they are permanent, but you are not. There is a fire inside of your chest and if you keep suffocating yourself with an indescribable pain then you’ll only suffer in a incomprehensible way. I just want to fill this world with more love and less pain, I see a butterfly and I’m easily distracted– how beauty will fly past you if you’re not even paying attention because you’re so damn sad all of the time. So I drop all signs of negativity and lean towards the positive, I am the only vibe that’ll alter my moods, so I must feel more wealthy than a million silver spoons even if I don’t have any, so I must create the art that likes to spill from my fingertips, we live such short lives– why not be the best version of yourself? Who will you be if tomorrow was your last day on this planet? Will you cry because it’s over? Or will you search the ends of the earth until you’ve found the fountain of youth? I’ve got a secret to share with you. You can be a 100 years old and still have the sweetest smile, you can be in your 20s and have a soul heavy enough to sink the titanic, life is strange, life is strange. We live our youth to buy pretty things, but live our oak days trying to make up more time– it waits for no one, the wrong turn will break you, a simple kiss will turn your thoughts into poetry and a life of self-hate is a road that needs constant validation– why not be your own way out? Be your own lover, be your own brand of music, be your own kind of poem, be your own story of kindness, and if you’re not perfect just look around– nobody is. I’m tired of dreaming, I want to build it instead. You can’t be who you want to be if you’re still having the same thoughts from last year– you can’t change or heal in the right way if you’re not willing to break a few pieces of your heart because the clutter inside of our minds often match the attitude that we give off. So like a quote, so like a poem, so like a bedtime story. If I repeat it enough times, I’ll be happy. I just want to be happy. I just want to let go of the bad feelings. I just want to love myself enough to see a brighter day. You can’t change the world if you can’t even change yourself, right? If I repeat it enough times, then it must be real. I will be happy. Sadness is a crucial emotion because without it, being delighted and euphoric wouldn’t be so dense, but that’s the beauty of the intensity to which we should love ourselves. I want to be so fucking glad to wake up today that it’ll just drown my depression into the white noise. I want to glow in the dark and live like the jellyfishes, give my poetry the immortality to always bring a smile onto the faces of those that love who I am even if I’m a bit flawed because at the end of the day– you’re the only one sleeping on your bed, you’re the only one who’s going to determine if you’ve got enough room to breathe, you’re the only one to have the last say if you’re art or not.
I wanted to write something happy for you–
yes, you. The person that’s reading this.