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daily reminder that the boy you’re in love with at 16 probably won’t matter when you’re 25.

daily reminder that the math test you failed your freshman year of high school probably won’t matter when you’re graduating college.

daily reminder that the problems you’re facing today may seem like the worlds end, but they will not matter in a year.

daily reminder that you’re going to be okay.

everything is going to be okay.


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Sarah Kay - “Private Parts”

“I never wanted to hide my body from him. If I could have, I’m sure I would have given it all away with the rest of me. I did not know it was possible to save some things for myself.”

Sarah Kay, performing at Inner City Arts in Los Angeles.

I love you” means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. “I love you” means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.
—  <3

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FROM THE VAULT: Erin Schick - “Letter From Wonder Woman to Her Creator” (IWPS 2014)

“You said I would still be the first of my kind. A new type of woman; beautiful and strong.”

Erin Schick, performing during prelims at the 2014 Individual World Poetry Slam.

being with you is like sleeping.
i used to sleep so deeply, not alert of my surroundings because i trusted you enough.
now i sleep with my eyes open and i’m always half awake just in case you choose to hurt me again.

i will not make the same mistake again of trusting you too much. i should have known better than to leave my life in your hands. i should have known to at least look for lies instead of just assuming that everything you were saying was the truth. i shouldn’t have slept like i had nothing to be afraid of.

In another galaxy, another world,
another lifetime, we have the perfect
love story. Something cheesy.
Like bumping into each other and
one person spills coffee on the other,
or maybe we grew up together and
fell in love as we got older.

Somewhere, we happened.
And I haven’t lived long enough
to see if we’d meet in this lifetime.
And maybe I have already met you
but too blind to see, or maybe
we just met at the wrong time.

But thinking we have already fallen
in love and have the perfect love
story somewhere, some time,
gives my heart a break.

That’s all I need right now.

—  “Writings to the soulmate I may or may not have met”, remnant-thoughts
Eu não tive a sorte de ter um dom. A frase “Ele nasceu com o dom.” não poderá ser aplicada a mim. Não tenho nenhuma habilidade inata, diferente de alguns que já nasceram com essa pré-disposição para realizar algo por uma vida inteira. Pessoas que não tiveram o trabalho de pensar o que gostariam de fazer na vida, porque já tiveram essa resposta desde pequenos. Quando não se tem o dom, a gente busca a capacidade de ter talento. O pior é que não se sabe nem por onde começar a adquirir habilidade de ser bom em algo. Não é por falta de opção, mas sim indecisão de escolher a melhor. Alimentar uma prática do zero é complicado, requer esforço e dedicação para chegar a ser reconhecido como experiente naquilo que decidiu fazer. Principalmente quando percebe em outros a facilidade que você não teve, por mais que tente, não consegue desenvolver de uma maneira que te agrade. Por isso digo que o mais difícil é saber o que fazer, pois é desanimador admitir para si mesmo que não se pode ser excelente em algo. Porque ao mesmo tempo em que acredito na minha pessoa de ser bom em algo, sinto o gosto amargo da descoberta que não sou.
—  Quando
não temos o dom, podemos ter talento?
I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts. A collection of sentences with no endings. An unwritten story thought out a million times. I swear I’ve written novels inside my head. I am a bundle of theories with no backbone other than my passion and logic of love. I am a complete and utter mess but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I wonder what the moon tastes like,
it looks extraordinary edible tonight.
I’m guessing like a sweet meringue,
topped with a nice forest fruit blend;
blackberries, blueberries, raspberries,
all hidden on the moon’s dark side.

- M.A. Tempels © 2015