“Nineteen things I’ve learned before I turned nineteen.
1. Always carry $5 and a lighter with you (even if you don’t smoke).
2. Ask every person you meet how their day is going. Genuinely ask with the soul intention of learning how their day is. Ask the coffee shop employee. Ask the person next to you in line at Walmart. Ask your distant friend. Ask everyone.
3. Take many photos of yourself. Take photos of yourself when you’re happy. Take photos of yourself when you’re sad. Take photos of yourself because there are millions of trees in the world, and we all look at the same sky, but there is only one of you.
4. Stay in contact with your parents. Try not to hate them. They are the reason you have the ability to feel anything at all. Try not to hate your parents.
5. Opening your skin will not set your demons free. Open your heart. Open your mind. Open your hands.
6. Nobody knows anybody completely. That’s okay.
7. Be gentle, but be aggressive. Take a stand. Nobody hears your voice if you stay silent.
8. Respect everybody. We are all humans trying to survive. We all deserve respect.
9. Wearing black will ALWAYS make you feel better about yourself.
10. Always give tips, whether it be a couple extra dollars or a piece of mind. You never know how much you could be helping someone.
11. Change is the only thing consistent in life. Do not allow that bother you. Embrace chance and move with life, whichever direction it chooses to take you.
12. Smile often. Smile at strangers. Smile at your friends. Smile when nobody is looking and you’re alone in your bedroom. Smile when somebody is rambling to you.
13. Body image means nothing. Your body is merely just a seatbelt in the car. Your body is here to protect you. You choose the direction you go, and your body will not hold you back. Only you can hold yourself back.
14. Don’t hold grudges. Don’t allow yourself to hate anybody. Forgive them. Learn to love them for the person you never got to see them to be. Believe that a beautiful human exists in that person. Wish them well.
15. Drink orange juice. Lot’s of it.
16. Don’t allow the opinions of others to choose your destiny. We are all simply trying to live our own life.
17. Sing all the time. Sing off key. Sing in a silly voice. Sing like you’re on stage. Sing no matter who is around. Singing is breathing for the soul. Sing.
18. Take time to think. Write your feelings down. Write letters to the people you love. Texting is overrated and not as heartfelt as a nice handwritten letter.
19. Live for yourself. Breathe for yourself. Do everything in your life for nobody but you. This is your life. This is it.”—Katey Chrest (via thinly)
“I’m a witch woman; high on tobacco and holy water. I’m a woman delighted with her disasters. They give me something to do. A profession of sorts. I have the magic of words.”—Sandra Cisneros (via oumelghoula)
1. Are her lips like the hot chocolate your mother made
During the winter months when you were seven? Or have you not tasted her well enough to find the fine granules of cocoa that lightly come with each kiss?
2. Do you know her favorite songs? Not when she is happy, but when she is sad. What music reaches inside her ribcage and softly consoles her heart?
3. When she is sad, are you on the phone or are you at her door? Words do not wipe away tears, fingers do.
4. Do you know all the things that keep her up at night? Do you know why she has gone three days without sleep? Do you know of the insurmountable waves of sadness that wash over her like a tsunami?
5. Do you know the things to say that will calm her heartbeat? The places to touch? The places to love?
6. Everytime you see her do you kiss her like it’s the last time but love her like it’s the first?
7. Do you love her?
8. Do you love her?
”—"Things I Want To Ask Your Boyfriend" - Nishat Ahmed (via cerceuils)
“He will call you when you’re asleep, and he will be drunk -
slurred speech that is heavy like syrup, his words will be so sweet
your teeth will ache and your stomach will churn. Let him speak:
he will embarrass himself, and this is not for you. He has to quiet his ego,
remind himself that at one time he had a piece of you. When he tells you
how beautiful you are, say, “I know.” And when he tells you he
lost a good thing, you agree. The word vomit is going to
be slapped on heavy and thick; you’re going to feel it stick to the
inside of your throat. Keep swallowing. Never let his megalomania
silence you back into submission or nostalgia because he is going to
press your bruises into wounds. He will remind you of that movie you liked,
and the song you told him about – “It played in the bar tonight.”
He won’t mention his girlfriend’s name like it’s a secret he needs to take
to the grave. And she will pretend your number is not in his phone
under a generic name like “Joe,”
because sometimes life is much simpler when you’re ignorant. You
will not believe that. Say her name. Say it like you’re throwing a brick
through his damn window. Remind him of her golden hair. Remind him of
the way her laugh sounds like a song when she feels the rain on her nose. Tell him,
“You will not destroy her because you destroyed me.” Do not allow yourself to
care whether or not his ego wanders through the street starving,
sticking his hand out for any sort of penny to help him survive.
Your affection is worth gold, worth the heavy weight of treasure chests
lost within time and in age old legends. A penny for your thoughts,
he is begging, a penny for your time. But you’re bankrupt. Tell the story of
when you asked him to meet you for coffee, but he was always busy. Tell him
how you felt used when he only invited you over at midnight, after his roommate
fell asleep and the highway was empty. Remind him how he only spoke
when no other woman was around, when his hands were lonely,
when his hips ached like a young buck’s. Tell him that your lips are still pink
and plump like he left them, just like how your boyfriend likes them. When
his groan sounds like it hangs halfway between pleasure and turmoil, feel the
swell of all he stole come back to you. When he asks to see you, feel your
heart beat with the strength of a warrior. When he starts to cry, when he starts
to repeat, “I’m sorry,” because infinity will not grant him forgiveness, hang up.
When he calls back, ignore the call. When he calls again, turn off your phone.
Pull the blankets up over your shoulders and nuzzle his back, kiss each little
mark, freckle, and mole like they were God’s fingerprints and nothing less.”—When He Drunk Dials (source)