You Can’t Please Everyone With Your Art/writing And What Counts As Good Art/writing Is Highly Subjective

True. 😭

The most dangerous game is resting your eyes after you turned off the alarm clock in the morning

With the way that I am singing these love songs, I bet my mom thinks I must be in love with some boy. The jokes on her I am singing about 2 characters that I believe are in love to get in the mood to write a fluffy fic.

R E B L O G   T H E   P I G E O N .

“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”

— Joseph Campbell (via quotemadness)

“The Rain” ~ by Jacqueline Acuña

This is a poem dedicated to my nana, who recently passed. Where ever you may find yourself, I hope you know that I love and miss you. I hope you like this poem. There will be a version in Spanish as well, titled “La Lluvia.” 

“The Rain” : 

The rain greeted us at the beginning of the end. She guided us through the road ahead— A slippery muddy road, filled with rocks, with dips and bumps. A commonly traveled road. A road filled with pain. A road that leads everyone to the same, unfortunate ending. And just like she came, she left. Unexpectedly. She left us soaked in tears of sadness, of joy. But the rain brought us together, united us. And together we wept her departure. We wept because without her there was a drought in our hearts that will never be resolved. The clouds shall gather too, for the rest of time and cry for her memory. The water dripping from the sky will not be filled with her presence. The water not being able to relieve the ache of the rain’s disappearance. And even though we don’t want to learn to live with the ache and the drought we will have to do it. We only have her memory to satisfy our thirst of wanting to see her, of wanting to be surrounded by her presence. We only have her memory of the coolness running down our skin, washing away our worries and our pain. For her, we became rain—crying droplets to try to cleanse ourselves of the ache of losing her. 

We became rain, to remember her.

We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.

Thomas Moore (via psych2go)

"Even though everything trembles on the inside, I keep trying to exude calmness."

Aunque todo tiembla por dentro, sigo aquí intentando lucir en calma.

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