Anonymous asked: Look past the mirror. Look at your soul. Only then you will see yourself as you truly are and as I see you everyday. Beautiful. So smile and don't forget to love yourself. ~
Sometimes it’s hard to look past the mirror, but it’s definitely something I’m working on every day. I think I would like to see myself as who I truly am, and maybe I’ll even be able to get some insight on myself then.
You’re amazing though, and I hope you know that. xoxo
Anonymous asked: Darling, Open up your eyes. You are not made up of those words that hurt you. Or the marks you receive. Or that number on the scale. Or the expectations you feel you will never meet. You are made up of nothing more than you. Simply, beautiful, wonderfully, uniquely you. You are a lovely and complex soul. An individually fascinating combination of thoughts, ideas, feelings, emotions. No other is as beautiful as you.
Sometimes, I wish things were as easy as opening up my eyes and seeing what other people see. I wish I didn’t live off works and numbers and expectations because life would be a lot easier. I wish I could see what others see in me; I’m a mess all the time, and everyone who really knows can’t even see it at times.
I am unique individual, and I do have a lot to give to others, but thank you for the kind words. I really truly appreciate you sending me this message.
Who says a heart isn’t like sugar
glass on a butterfly’s wing
broken by the silent breathing
during the morning sunrise
shattered by the whispers
in the afternoon’s wind
fragmentized by the falling
dawn in the evening sky
who says trust isn’t like bruising
flesh on a flaming bone
agonized by the glowing flowers
under the early morning moonlight
scorched by the oppressive
heat of the afternoon’s sun
mutilated by the smoulder
of the evening’s bonfire
who says life isn’t like scintillating
dew on a blade of grass
evaporated by the balmy
welcome of morning’s heat
dissolved by the acidic rain
whilst the afternoon showers
perished in the boundless darkness
of the evening’s air
At the break of dawn
he ran away from the demons that
drove him into insanity
hoping his absence would open the eyes
of those who ever gave a damn about him.
He wandered off anticipating that someone
would beg for his return and greet him
with crooked smiles and affection.
But he waited, and waited
until the twinkling stars rose high above him.
He made a wish and swore to the great beyond
that all he wanted was to be remembered and loved.
There he lingered under the luscious canopies of green
maple trees silently drifting away as
the summer shadows
danced across his bony chest.
The rolling hill sighed with the wind
while the tender blades of grass brushed over his
darkening salmon cheekbones as the
scorching sun shriveled away
his bruising burnt flesh.
While the leaves burst into falling flames
they flutter in tune with the whispering
His absence grew longer as he slowly
began to perish away
with the looming winter alongside
There he sat on the rotting bench,
while the air he breathe shattered his bones.
The blazing sun shone
on his broken spine, as he felt
the burns of hope and emptiness.
No one cared about him, except
that aging leaf which swept upon
his tender young flesh.
Silence wrapped around his knotted hair,
while it scraped along
his white bony cheeks.
No one cared about him, except
that fly who landed on his
swollen pale lips and
stole away his soul.
I have waited for this moment
my entire life,
to escape from this numbness that has
grown from my agonizing
I stand here on
of the world which I know I do not
Passersby shuffle past my broken soul
to see where my fate will bring me.
My mind is set;
I’m convinced that I’m going to Hell, and
I lean on the warm, orange steel rail heated by
the afternoon sun and I gaze at the spread of beautiful
with the wind running through my hair.
I hesitate and turn my attention to the
ice cold bay
rushing beneath the Golden Gate.
I close my eyes, I breathe, and
in one swift motion,
alongside all my troubled
For once in my life
I am happy,
I am flying, and
I am finally set
Anonymous asked: My precious pearl, oh how I've missed you're beautiful soul which invokes me to stay connected to you; although i do this only briefly on your ask every so often, just a few words from your sweet lips is enough to satisfy for a lifetime. How are you luv? Are those around you keeping your heart well protected and nourished with the endless love that you deserve. Is your mind free from worries and filled with thoughts of joy. If not for today i wish to give you all my love and happiness <3 smile
My love; I sometimes lose the beauty in my soul from the distracting things around me. I love how you are to stay connected to me, and that I am able to satisfy you with only my words. When you ask me how I am, I will usually tell you the same answer; I’m fine. But in all honesty, I’m pretty stressed out about my midterms happening this week, and I’m stressed out about school and my life and everything else.
Thank you for this message though; it is greatly appreciated. xoxo