It’s A Messy Mess, Not Just A Regular Mess.

not to have an emotion but Amanda Gorman’s poem ‘The Hill We Climb’ was something else

Transcript below

The Hill We Climb

Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and the world, when day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade? 

The loss we carry asea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast. We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace. In the norms and notions of what just is isn’t always justice. 

And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it. Somehow we do it. Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken, but simply unfinished. We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one.

And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose. To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man. And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. 

We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all. Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true. That even as we grieved, we grew. That even as we hurt, we hoped. That even as we tired, we tried that will forever be tied together victorious. Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid. If we’re to live up to her own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made. That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare.

 It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit. It’s the past we step into and how we repair it. We’ve seen a forest that would shatter our nation rather than share it. Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy. This effort very nearly succeeded.

But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated. In this truth, in this faith we trust for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us. This is the era of just redemption. We feared it at its inception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it, we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves so while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe? Now we assert, how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?

We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be a country that is bruised, but whole, benevolent, but bold, fierce, and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blunders become their burdens. But one thing is certain, if we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than one we were left with. Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.

We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the West. We will rise from the wind-swept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the Lake Rim cities of the Midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked South. We will rebuild, reconcile and recover in every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful. When day comes, we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light. If only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we’re brave enough to be it.

-Amanda Gorman

..... I see only facts 

I’m just gonna leave this here

the quickest way to Momo’s heart ♡

Beautiful, clothbound Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets editions

My Favourite Kisses

For International Kissing Day, I am compiling a list of some of my favourite kisses from different ships across the board. I’m doing this in no particular order, it’ll be mean to ask me to rate them.

1. Kim Shin and Eun Tak, I Miss You Kiss

2. Stefan and Elena, Bloodshare Kiss

3. Scott and Kira, Rain Kiss

4. Brooke and Lucas, Goodbye Kiss

5. Jackie and Hyde, Makeup Kiss

6. Mickey and Ian, “Not Afraid” Kiss

7. Stiles and Malia, Makeup Kiss

8. Shi Jin and Mo Yeon, Truck Kiss

9. Crixus and Naevia, “I Know You’re Mad But…” Kiss

10. Oz and Willow, “Panicking” Kiss

11. Noah and Rosalee, Bathtub Kiss

13. Dong Man and Ae Ra, First Kiss

14. Max and Logan, Tortured Kiss

15. Nick and June, Hallway Kiss

16. Michael and Maria, First Kiss

17. Max and Liz, Goodbye Kiss

18. Buffy and Angel, Morning Kiss

19. Piper and Leo, First Kiss

20. Matt and Julie, “It’s Not Over Kiss”

21. Dwayne and Whitley, Surprise Kiss

22. Dan and Blair “We both officially like each other” Kiss

23. Scott and Allison, Car Kiss

24. Michael and Jane, Best Kiss Ever

25. Nick and Jess, First Kiss (I don’t even watch NG anymore or care that much about this ship but this kiss was hot)

27. Amy and Jake, Real Kiss

28. Eun Chan and Han Kyul “Fuck It, I’m Gay” Kiss

29. Pacey and Joey, First Time Kiss

30. Cesare and Lucrezia, Tortured Kiss

31. Agron and Nasir, Passionate Kiss

32. Michaela and Asher, “I like you too” Kiss

33. Dae Young and Myung Joo, Car Kiss

34. Yuri and Victor, Spontaneous Kiss

Waking up on a fall morning

What is it?

Charlotte. My dear Charlotte…

Me: I’m having such a hard time, can y’all please go easy on me?