Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow , for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
I get that.
He left because he doesn’t want to be a part of your life anymore,
You need to fill that hole he left in your chest when he acted like it was a wall and punched through it when he got mad.
I want you to break your bones back into place,
I know you broke them all when you fell for him.
Stop thinking about him kissing you,
Replace that taste on your tongue with something much sweeter than he ever was.
I know school didn’t teach you to stop loving someone and how to cope with life when someone leaves,
But you can battle through this.
You’re probably numb.
Every morning you wake up and think about him,
I’ve been there,
Eventually you won’t think about him all the time,
One day you’ll wake up and stop torturing yourself with the thought of him.
When you realise you haven’t thought about him for a while you will smile,
You will learn to love and be happy again.
You will be mended.
I want you to stay strong,
Don’t give up,
Do what you have to do to fix this.
Stop making 11:11 wishes for him to come back,
He’s not going to.
I like how sweden just decided one day that gender is fucking bullshit so they got a gender neutral pronoun and stopped separating boy clothes and girl clothes and have pictures of spiderman pushing a baby stroller in a toy magazine why isn’t every country like sweden
you push that stroller sassy spiderman!
you fight those bad guys girlfriend!
you style that hair lil’ dude!
and in that moment, i swear we all wanted to be swedish.