for when it rains

you are not made up of stars.

for when the world feels just a bit too heavy:

June 15, 2015

you are human. your skin is not paper and your bones are not glass, you're not made of stars, you're made of you. you will not tear if you get a B- on your exam, and you will not burst into flames if you trip on the desk in front of a cute boy when you are trying to get to your seat. your smile is not made of galaxies, but it is as bright as one, and that is all that matters. you're not made up of tree seeds, or honey combs, you're made up solely of yourself and THAT IS ENOUGH. there is only ONE you in all of this planet, and all of this solar system, and all of this galaxy, and all of this universe. there is only one you, who is made up of overslept mornings, and tripping on untied shoelaces, and failed exams, and sloppy kisses, and and and and AND THAT IS NOT ALL YOU ARE. that is a part of you, but it is not YOU, because what is also a part of you is your toes, so small and so useful and so nice, and your witty comebacks, and the comments your teacher says when you've done a lovely job in class today and "it was nice to hear your contributions today," and you're made up of soft smiles to strangers, and raw cookie dough eaten with friends who love you, and of every happily ever after you have ever read, and every last day of school that makes you scream with glee and and and and and YOU ARE MADE UP OF YOURSELF AND THAT IS THE WAY YOU WERE DESIGNED TO BE. you are human. your bones are not made up of glass, they're made up of things that can hold nineteen thousand pounds of the world in one cubic inch, and your skin is not made of paper, because it does not grow on trees, it grows on you, for you, by you. you are not made of stars, because a star could never shine as brightly as you do.