this is gonna be a long post about something im going through at the moment so…
when I was little I was at my grandmas a lot, like every day. my grandma rasied me basically. a lot of what I know about living life I learned from her. she was the wisest person ive ever met, and no matter what she was there for me.
she taught me to be as good as I think I can, and never let anyone tell me what I can or can not do.
she taught me to hold my own, and never take shit from anyone.
she taught me to regularly question what I thought I knew.
she taught me to love with all of myself but only if and when it was right.
when I came out to her she began to cry, not because she was upset with me. she cried because she was worried about me facing hate and prejudice in my life. she told me no matter what dont fake who I am to make someone else happy.
she has taught me how to survive.
and today as I walked in her room, for the first time she didn’t recognize me.
I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk to people and learn that way. I want to learn as I go, gathering knowledge and not being rigorously tested on it. I don’t want to lose passion in the things I like because of the worry of exams. I want to fuelled by snippets of knowledge I gain from people and be inquisitive. School has stolen my passion for the things I’m interested in and I hate it for that.
Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love with someone who is in love with someone else. I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.
things life is too short for:
- hating yourself
- pretending to laugh at “jokes” that are actually just bigoted statements
- not singing along to your favorite songs
- waiting hours to text someone back just to look cool
- bad coffee
- bad books
- mean people
- body shaming
- letting other people dictate your life
"u dont need makeup to be pretty just be urself!!!"
ok but consider this
- i fucking love eyeliner
I’ll respect your opinion as long as your opinion doesn’t disrespect my existence