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omggg you’re so nicee thank you so much for adding my book it means so much to me!! you’re so kind -! 

❝ to be human is to be filled with emotions. let yourself free. allow yourself this necessity. instead of pushing the anger away or cowering from the envy, accept it as a part of your being. instead of telling yourself this is not who you are, give room to the negative emotions and let them pass by in a tide. we're a mix of good and bad both and sometimes, it takes experience to know. there's balance in everything. day and night. sun and rain. sky and ground. highs and lows. rise and fall. submit yourself to nature's dispense and watch yourself grow. ❞

❝ one thing i have learnt this year is to live and live in the moment. life is tough, life is overwhelming and life is a struggle. a struggle to hold on. a constant battle of choosing between what it is and what it should be. this year, you found yourself in situations you never could've possibly imagined yourself to be in. you looked for yourself in everywhere you went and everyone you met. you thrived, you survived, you tried - even if barely. for the year, days, life to come, live. live in the moment. stay. breathe. it gets better. ❞

frr also tftf!

❝ i do not know all the places you have been but i do know there is a place at the table for you. i do know there is room for your laughter, your stories, your thoughts about things, your unfinished sentences, your wildest of dreams. there is room for your presence. there is room for you to be here in this moment, for all of this matters, here at this table and every moment after ― morgan harper nichols. ❞

It means the world to me that you put my book MARIPOSA on your reading list 'lovely poetry'. I don't know how it will turn out but thank you so much <3 

❝ idk who needs to hear this but be so completely yourself that everyone else feels safe to be themselves too. stop changing yourself, your habits, your way of thinking, acting, dressing, speaking; only to be liked or accepted by people or their society. as friends, stop being mean, pretending of it as a joke. stop being insensitive towards someone's appearance. stop letting the third one walk behind saying the path is too small. compromise. squeeze em in. as a girl, stop dressing or speaking in a certain way to be noticed by a specific guy. stop pretending to not notice when another girl needs your help. as a guy, stop killing your habits just because someone else says they're not 'manly' enough. as lovers, stop keeping things from the other just for their sake. as a parent, stop doing what others tell you what would be good for your child. life is too short to have it be lived as someone else. be responsible. stay you. ❞

❝ you are here for a reason. i know that sometimes it doesn't feel that way. i know that sometimes life can be a difficult thing to navigate. it can break you down and challenge you in ways you never thought it would but i also know that you have the potential to do incredible things in this world. you have the capacity to overcome whatever it is that is hurting you or confusing you or making you doubt yourself. i need you to believe in that. believe, with reckless abandon, that you are meant to be here. trust in yourself - even if you haven't figured out what inspires you deeply, even if you haven't discovered your purpose, even if you're moving forward in the simplest, smallest of ways. just keep going. wake up each morning and be gentle with yourself. do the work. feel whatever it is that you need to feel. tuck beautiful memories into your chest for safekeeping, revisit them whenever things get too tough. remind yourself of the art you want to create, of the things you wish to write, of the places you want to visit, of the people you have yet to meet. no matter what, just continue to remind yourself that you are going to make it. ❞

Rose dipped in honey, sweet blessings and great desire.
          Happiness comes in wide packets filled with sweet beginnings and optimisms’ fire.
          Hope is a butterfly, waited to be catched with nets and jars
          And released back into the wild yet again for another person to seize. 
          No more requiems and sorrowful soliloquies can pass with hope
          And brand new beginnings. Each churn of anxiety can hopefully not yet conspire. 
          
          Soft lullabies reach tired and deteriorated minds, carried on the wings of nightingales,
          Flowing from their flat beaks and large dark eyes. 
          Carrying the song the moon so sings with beautiful dulcet sound.  
          Exuberant words fall of tongues and sweet, harmonious melodies drip from there
          Mouths like honey drips from comb. 
          Anxiety is still, yet waiting, but for now as the optimism rise with the moon and the tide,
          People can take a break from their cracked minds and enjoy the day as if the summer
          Came through from the winter years that have passed. 
          
          The wind whispers of great treasures and of reassuring auspicious views.
          The whispers of promise, it whispers the faint noise of what the sun speaks to us while looking down below. 
          It whispers, “If you look for the light, it here shall come. Find it for yourself and for nobody else.”
          
          And the nightingales carry the melodies that the moon can not share on a stage. The wind whispers to the sun what the sun can not share from its far height, and the butterfly carries the hope that we can not find. 
          Soon enough we can find the optimism, hope, and every bit of happiness all on our own.

I don’t feel any shame for how I act. I will not apologize, you say things about me behind my back, and except me to follow along. No that’s not how it works, that’s not how I work.