Never forget, darling
Never forget you are worthy of respect
Never forget that your fire can warm just as well as scorch
Never forget that obsession isn’t love
Never forget that ice cream is medicine
Never forget that a man isn’t your value
Never forget that the stars still shine behind clouds
Never forget that dogs make best friends
Never forget that tattoos and piercings aren’t your core
Never forget that tears can be cleansing
Never forget that hope is the thing with feathers
Never forget that there is no weakness in receiving help
Or in giving it
Never forget that stories are necessary
Never forget that you are golden, child
Never forget that friends can be friends from hundreds of miles
Never forget that vulnerability isn’t weakness, but neither is a smile
Never forget that love isn’t made, love doesn’t sell or pay
Never forget that anger can fuel change
Never forget that change can fuel revolutions
Never forget that revolutions are to help
Never forget that the weak will lead the strong
Never forget that mercy is bravery, and bravery is forgiveness
Never forget, love. Never forget.
I want hair as black as my soul but I also want hair like Amy Pond’s hair but I also want hair the color of sunlight but I also want to be brunette but I also want streaks of blue through my normal shade of brown but I also want ringlets but I also want straight hair but I also want waves but I also want tightly coiled frizzy hair but I also want it down to my waist but I also want a pixie cut do you see my dilemma.
life hack: get a tattoo. if the people at the job interview notice it and look concerned, laugh a little and explain “it’s just temporary.” months later if your boss asks why you lied and said it was a temporary tattoo, stare off into the distance and whisper with a tremulous voice the poor excuse for truth your subconscious has been fighting for its entire insignificant existence: “everything is temporary.”
“when the boys pull your hair and push you to the ground
I promise not to tell you that it’s because they like you.
when the teachers call home to tell me that
you pushed them to the ground in return
I’ll take you out of school early and buy
you your favorite ice cream.
when you get older and the boys
try to touch you when you don’t want to be touched
I’ll look at you like the sun when you come home
with anger in your fists.
they all tell you not to fight fire with fire
but that is only because they are afraid of your flames.
when the boys yell after you like hyenas
you yell back, baby.
I will not teach you to be afraid of your anger
so that you look for it in others.
I will not make you be the better person
because you already are.
you wanna fight ‘em? fight ‘em.
don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.
when the boys try to tell you to soften up
I hope you make them bleed with your edges.
I hope you remember that you are not theirs
that their disappointment in you is not yours.
when the boys come to your door with pretty words and
I hope you show them the anger in yours.
I hope you show them just how strong your mommy
thinks you are.
I hope you show them the animal they can’t always
see in their own reflection.
when the boys come with the intention of hurting you
my advice will always stay the same, my darling:
give ‘em hell.”—
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I am pieces of quotes
From my favorite books
Stitched together by
And I am glued together by
And the sweet taste of coffee
And I have the tendency
To fall apart suddenly
And I need you to somehow
Be okay with this
Because I am created by
The souls who are brave enough
To gather all my tattered pieces
And put me back together
“If you wanna be a girl, and you wanna call yourself a girl gamer and wear pink ponytails, and go cosplay, I don’t give a FUCK. And I’m gonna say fuck here, because you know what? She’s being who she want to be, and maybe it’s not about your penis.”—