There are days I feel roses embracing all the bones in my body.
There are days I feel sunlight inside my lungs, and when my words slip from my mouth they are warm and beautiful.
There are days when I listen to music and the sad songs do not bring evil memories or make my veins get a case of goosebumps.
There are days I wish my soul would stand in front of me and I want to hug my soul and tell my soul, “I love you.”
There are days I treasure my beauty marks, and all my features.
There are days my thoughts do not taste like grapefruit.
There are days the monster in the mirror disappears and my eyes grow a sense of admiration for myself.
There are days when I do not want lighting to strike me and take my soul into the sky.
There are days I thank god for giving me lungs and a beating heart.
There are days I want to splatter ink on the margins of a paper, and compose a love poem to myself.
There are days, but I wish it can be everyday because there are days my soul is split in half, and I cannot glue it back together because there are days when surviving is a cold-blooded massacre.
Read that book, wake up early in the morning and go for that run to start off your day. Buy the nicest underwear and wear it to boost your mood. Eat as clean as possible because you’ll feel so much better but treat yourself as well. Be kind to everyone. Go out to a cafe and watch people walk buy as you sip your coffee. Compliment that stranger! Start a conversation with that person on the bus. Read a book about food, about astronomy, learn a new language. Watch the sunrise. Get away for a weekend. Introduce yourself. Do yoga and go on a hike. Lay on the beach under the stars and have a dnm with your best friend. Dance around and sing at the top of yours lungs at that festival. Life is meant to be lived, not controlled.–
Thank you for this.
(Source: charlies-honest)Via ♡ se·ren·i·ty ♡