After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child.
And you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way
of falling down in mid flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn
that you really can endure.
That you are really strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn
with every good bye you learn.

I remember reading this poem when I was in my early teens and I don’t know why it just popped into my head tonight. It’s still as lovely as I remember it. 

The internet claims it was written by Veronica A. Shoffstall yet I can’t find a single official thing about her. Now I’m really curious. 

(via catjuan)

** So beautiful.

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Glecy-ing, Glecy-ation, Glecy-ism.

Old enough to be responsible. Young enough to commit mistakes.

Where I'm from opportunities are scarce, talents are underrated, reading is a luxury, writing is unnecessary, and any endeavor given it's not profitable is unworthy.

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To write. i love framing down my thoughts into a piece of paper (i prefer the crumpled ones), i also love seeing people sharing the same degree of passion on their very own art.

i love books. i love music. i love truth. i love spontaneity. i love surprises. i love love. i love life. i love death. i love freedom. i love existence.

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