Only But Mannequins

Saturday, September 27, 2014

i've never met anyone with so much power to make me feel so shitty.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

have courage, dear
be strong

when in doubt, just push through.

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Monday, September 15, 2014

anger, boiling

just bubbling under the surface, waiting for the tipping point

raging monsters, waiting for their moment to strike

and then,

feigned indifference.

we've novocained ourselves from feeling

repeated enough times,

and they become somehow almost real

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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

read something pretty piercing today.

One day during summer break, my grandmother came for a visit. Immediately, she saw me for what I was: a full-blown addict, likely eating himself to death.

But what she did took me by surprise. She scolded me. She spent that entire visit setting me straight. In my whole life, she had never acted like that toward me before and it shocked me.

I could hear in her voice the frustration, the anger and the love. It was very hard for me. If there were one person in the world that I was afraid to disappoint, it would be my grandmother.

dont know why but this short paragraph just resonated with me so much.
here's to the friends who arnt afraid to tell you the truth,even when it hurts
the friends who hold you to your words,
the friends who tell you to stick to doing whats right no matter how tempting the alternative it is
here's to the friends who tell you to suck it up, to man up, and walk right through the storm,
to walk towards the rainbow that you're too blinded to see in that moment.

family, friends, and loved ones alike, who see you for who you are, with your flaws, blemishes and all, but yet choose to stick by your side and to push you to work through them.

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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

listen first, before reading.

and he lived by the motto that you could be
whatever you wanted to be
so long as your heart believed.
that you could reach for, and touch the skies
no matter who you were
so long as you trusted your dreams.
and that the only limits were the ones,
you cordoned your own self with.

and he amassed and grew

in fame, power, and wealth

but still felt empty, and hollow inside

for his heart was constricted, and he did not believe

and so when the world whispered

comparisons, like a judgmental crusade

doubt crept back in

i am myself

with my flaws, my limitations, and imperfections

i might not know everything,

the best or the ideal

but i am myself,

with my own quirks, dreams, talents and beliefs

so i'll acknowledge my limitations,

but they do not define who i am

it's time to let go,

for we dont have to answer to their opinions

for i've found myself, and who i am inside

and when i'm about to stumble

or when i'm down

i remember, that

i am myself

and i am enough.

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