Friendly reminder
“Doing your best” does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown.
this one still smashes me in the face ten times a year. do not ignore pain, it’s no longer your best at that point
it’s no longer your best at that point
Scars
In your darkest moments the universe will tell you who you are Just be vulnerable Your life will be transformed by all of your scars
Just wait
It’s like your soul dies You won’t feel the need to cry at night Just lay there And count the stars shining through the skylight I know you think it could all be different I know you think that you’ve been gypped somehow Your perspective could change if you’d just listen You’re here because the universe has you somehow So wait patiently It’ll all workout clearly If you just wait patiently I miss you How your soul shined so bright I hope you somehow find your light Because you used to be So happy It was plain to see They scoffed with jealousy
Growth
No one’s gonna fill your voids for you You have to heal and cope That’s just the way it goes And honey No one’s gonna tell you what to do No one‘s gonna fill your voids for you Everyday I’m attaining new growth I let the water in until my roots are soaked And you know I could mourn my dead leaves but I won’t Cos everyday I’m attaining new growth
Hurricane of Shame
I want to be your sweet summer thing Too bad I’m not as thin as summer of ‘17 My hair’s not as long as it used to be Are you still looking for me? Thought I would sustain it all But that was just a dream not a willcall Can’t wait to be who I should’ve been Was too scared of bringing shame on them I hate letting them down, you know? Feels like I’m relinquishing my crown and throne? No longer their golden boy/ray of hope Just a “boy” in some girly clothes Am I ready for that long path? Was I built to last? Will I look back on the past And wish I’d never ever looked back? Hope I don’t bring a hurricane of shame
Right head, wrong body
Sometimes I wish I could erase myself from people’s memories I wish I could just erase myself from people’s memories I wish I could just erase myself from people’s memories I don’t feel like me I don’t feel like me here Feels like a set up but The reason is so unclear Was born with the capability But with the wrong physicality So I don’t feel like me I don’t feel like me
I love solitude and not having to perform
Today I told myself that I am perfectly imperfect And that me cry a little, because I don’t think I’ve been that kind to myself in a while
Laying next to you makes me forget to say my prayers
Satisfying Sadness
This is different This is a satisfying sadness Don’t mistake it for bliss This is a form of madness This is desperation in the guise of indifference This is a feeling of inadequacy disguised as confidence But when you fall from this high You feel like you’re drowning The world is ending and so am I There aren’t any sirens sounding You’re just there taking the blows Feeling hopeless, like no one knows Defeated and depressed You’ll be a mess It’s ok cos it’s not your best This was just a satisfying sadness
Afternoon thoughts
Kind of sad to think that we’re all just collateral until humanity has reached the height of evolution.
Good Lighting
Will you still love me if I’m not a big deal? You’re so cute and quirky, and it’s so unreal Can I be your secret? I’m ok with hiding Love as pure as ours doesn’t need good lighting, no
Hmmm
Sometimes I wonder where I would be rn if I were born a girl. Even though I’m grateful for the setbacks, I somehow still feel like I’d be a successful singer, or model traveling the world, or idk. But I guess that’s not my journey...yet
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Beach House Dreams
White walls and wooden floors Back porch on the sandy shore Fire pit surrounded by friends Just singing songs and laughing with them I’m so happy and you’re so happy Contentment in your smile Everyone’s gone home And we’re all alone Why don’t we cuddle while it rains outside? And maybe we’ll lay here the whole night
Guys Like Aidan
The slow rise and fall of his chest
The flush of his cheeks
His body sunken into the white billowy comforter that lays on my bed
His beauty was a reflection of the sweetness of his soul
I didn’t want him to go


