The tongue has the power of life and death
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
Don’t actually follow your dreams because they are figments of your imagination, if you chase them you will develop schizophrenia and die.
I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn’t find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.
The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
A moment of silence to all the kids who can’t wait to become a teenager because they think it’s fun
Two hours of silence for all the teenagers who can’t wait to become adults because they think they’ll get to do whatever they want
a shot of vodka to all the 20 somethings who are coping with a lack of rent money by sitting around eating captain crunch in dinosaur PJs wishing they were actually a pre-teen again.
But sometimes your light attracts moths, and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy.
She was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it.
I stare at myself naked in the full length mirror. I glide my hands over certain features: my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. I struggle to look closer, to open my eyes a little more, to try and find beauty in them.
I take a step back. I smile, I frown.
What is it that I see looking back at me?
I recall being aware of my nakedness since my early years in life. We’ve been clothed by our parents since birth. They kept our bodies warm and protected. We’ve been told how to dress in school. They gave us the same uniforms, the same dress codes. We’ve been told how to dress appropriately for work. They made us look professional and respected.
But there comes a time wherein you find yourself in a room, being undressed by another. It’s scary. It’s exciting. It’s unfamiliar. All those years, you’ve been told to hide your most private parts because the world was not supposed to see them. But there you were, in the heat of the moment, allowing it to take place.
Your heart is racing, time is warping, it all seems to be happening at a distorted pace. But you choose to remain in that moment as if you waited your entire life for it.
You have bared your soul and your imperfections but you felt beautiful. You felt perfect. When was the last time you felt that way while looking at yourself in the mirror?
There’s something about being naked that peels away an earthly mask, like shedding an external layer of yourself. Clothes help project an image of who you are into this reality. But who are you, really? Do your clothes help you feel more attractive or do you hide underneath them?
When I return home from a long day, I shed my second skin and wash myself clean. And then I find myself here, in front of this full length mirror, staring at my naked self. I can see the dark birthmark on my lower back, the stretchmarks in certain places, the rough parts and the smooth parts. I see the weight in my breasts, the awkward posture of my back, the parts of myself that fold inwards or outwards when I shift my weight around.
But right now, there is nothing to hide behind, nothing to conceal. Know that this is your self and that you must love yourself. If you’ve ever felt like the rest of the people in this world are more beautiful than you ever will be, then I must ask you:
What is it that you see looking back at you?
Your body has been held lovingly in your parents’ arms when you were an infant. Your body has given you experiences in this world that you will treasure in both your mind and your heart; your body has given you pleasure and pain. Your body has been loved, and has given love. Your hands. Your lips. Your eyes. Everything.
You are beautiful.
Take a step back and smile.
You are free now.
Sometimes you just need some different words (via word-stuck.tumblr.com)
There are so many things that we want, need, to do and change out there in the world, but we keep on putting it off because we think we are not equipped or supplied enough for it. But I believe we can make something of what we have.
So, with this, we ask:
What’s in Your Hand?
As someone who works with his hands for a living and makes art and all that junk, I learned to appreciate how the option to literally do anything I would like to do is available to me. All because these things happened to be attached to my arms and because Art exists.
I love you, hands. and Art. Art hands.
Also: I shaved my head.
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