Shake the crumbs of doubt off the linen and onto the floor.
Then sweep it up with the shards of regret dutifully out of the door.
Pat your pillows, to dust off all the salted tears.
Then wipe the mirror so you may properly see and face your fears.
Drown the tiles in the ocean of your heartbreak and hurt.
With this may the valves of your heart be clean from all the dirt.
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When you are weary and you need your soul to rest.
When your breath no longer feels at home and has to fight past your rib cage to be free.
Leave it. Continue reading
I have very few favourite things.
(This sentence doesn’t make sense because there can only be one best thing as the word “best” implies so similarly there can only be one favourite thing but lemme get out of my head for a moment.)
While one of those favourite things is to find two adjacent parking lots and pretend I reverse parked.
(Watch me world. I’m really winning at this faking it till I make it thing.)
I am deeply humbled by life.
First of all, I was under the impression that all I had to do was graduate (2nd in class!) and finish high school (Many Points?!) <—–
(Yes these are humble brags but they’re only to prepare myself for what I have to write next which is the opposite of bragging) and I’d be set for life.
Well now. I
could give you valid reasons as to why I haven’t made it yet in this life thing. Reasons which sound like: Continue reading
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