Academy Of American Bullshit

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I
WANT
TO
E V A P O R A T E .

I want to be crushed completely by the weight of the universe and become something so small, I will be overlooked entirely.

I want the world to start rotating backwards, so that maybe everyone will then realize that the numbers on the clock that drive them insane and keep them awake at night are a social construct.
It doesn't matter if the night comes before the day, because in the end, nothing we feel is humane.

Every word, every tear, every poor soul that's tortured by their own thoughts.
They're all divine.

We are divine and capable of so much more than we allow ourselves to accomplish.
I want to scream this in the face of every child who thinks they are too small to make a difference; of every elderly person who thinks they are too old for their words to cause earthquakes.
I want to scream at every boy and girl who hates their own body.
I want to scream at them so that they will know that they are descended from stardust and from extinct beasts with magnificent strength and towering heights.

WE ARE DIVINE.

DON'T DENY YOURSELF THE GALAXIES INSIDE OF YOUR BRAIN.

Allow yourself to experience the warmth of self-love.
Allow yourself to be as miniscule or as monumental as you desire.
Allow yourself to smile openly at everyone without judgment.

Allow yourself to be genuine.

I want to be genuine.