“You kept calling me and pretty
and although I liked the sound of it
I didn’t want to hear it come out of your mouth
I wanted you to tell me you like the way
I never shut up about the things I care about
Or how I dreamt of a future
that was big and bold and daring
I need you to say that you loved the way
I smiled trying to contain my laughter
at dumb jokes on dumb shows
That the way I refuse to sleep in the dark
isn’t dumb or childish but rather smart.
That when I draw, the world slips away from me
and I’m immersed in my painting
trying to make sure ever line comes out
just how I imagined.
I don’t want to just be pretty.
I want to be something more
Tell me I’m everything in the universe,
I want you to see me for who I am.”—To be something more to you: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)
There’s a change happening in me, one that’s been a long time coming. My fears are falling away like dominoes. The anxieties, doubts, and worries that constantly flared in my head and heart as I grew up are finally being extinguished. It has taken nearly 25 years, a quarter of a century, for me to start to see things through new eyes. I’m erasing the stigma of being my parent’s child; I’m accepting that my family will never see me as anything other than an extension of my mom and dad. I am going to hold on tight to the people in my life right now, and not push them away like everyone else that I’ve felt hasn’t fit certain criteria to be in my life. The pain and loneliness from my childhood will NOT continue any longer.
nothing fucked me up more than hearing the line “now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest” in mr brightside and REALIZING THAT SICK AND CHEST DON’T RHYME… ….SH E’S NOT TOUCHIGN HIS CHEST…..
NOTHING HAS FUCKED ME UP MORE THAN READING THIS POST