1. Always carry $5 and a lighter with you (even if you don’t smoke).
2. Ask every person you meet how their day is going. Genuinely ask with the soul intention of learning how their day is. Ask the coffee shop employee. Ask the person next to you in line at Walmart. Ask your distant friend. Ask everyone.
3. Take many photos of yourself. Take photos of yourself when you’re happy. Take photos of yourself when you’re sad. Take photos of yourself because there are millions of trees in the world, and we all look at the same sky, but there is only one of you.
4. Stay in contact with your parents. Try not to hate them. They are the reason you have the ability to feel anything at all. Try not to hate your parents.
5. Opening your skin will not set your demons free. Open your heart. Open your mind. Open your hands.
6. Nobody knows anybody completely. That’s okay.
7. Be gentle, but be aggressive. Take a stand. Nobody hears your voice if you stay silent.
8. Respect everybody. We are all humans trying to survive. We all deserve respect.
9. Wearing black will ALWAYS make you feel better about yourself.
10. Always give tips, whether it be a couple extra dollars or a piece of mind. You never know how much you could be helping someone.
11. Change is the only thing consistent in life. Do not allow that bother you. Embrace chance and move with life, whichever direction it chooses to take you.
12. Smile often. Smile at strangers. Smile at your friends. Smile when nobody is looking and you’re alone in your bedroom. Smile when somebody is rambling to you.
13. Body image means nothing. Your body is merely just a seatbelt in the car. Your body is here to protect you. You choose the direction you go, and your body will not hold you back. Only you can hold yourself back.
14. Don’t hold grudges. Don’t allow yourself to hate anybody. Forgive them. Learn to love them for the person you never got to see them to be. Believe that a beautiful human exists in that person. Wish them well.
15. Drink orange juice. Lots of it.
16. Don’t allow the opinions of others to choose your destiny. We are all simply trying to live our own life.
17. Sing all the time. Sing off key. Sing in a silly voice. Sing like you’re on stage. Sing no matter who is around. Singing is breathing for the soul. Sing.
18. Take time to think. Write your feelings down. Write letters to the people you love. Texting is overrated and not as heartfelt as a nice handwritten letter.
19. Live for yourself. Breathe for yourself. Do everything in your life for nobody but you. This is your life. This is it.
My grandpa has Alzheimer’s so he has no idea who my grandma is but everyday for the last three or four months he brings her in flowers from their garden and asks her to run away with him and be his wife and everyday she says she already is and everyday the smile my grandpa gets on his face is the most beautiful heartfelt thing I have ever seen.
Planes roar over us. Through white cloud faces heaving, these mechanical lions tear holes and fly on, becoming small toys in the sky, drifting farther and farther away. Love is made from beginnings. So why does this seem like the end?
Sometimes hugs feel like tombstones, sometimes houses are furnished with sad. And sometimes missing someone is the worst kind of pain. So run me over, crush my 206 bones into fine powder, brand my body, but don’t leave me here alone. Oh, I hate that you’re going. I hate that you’re boarding. And I hate that I can be such a bore. No, I don’t want to hold you back. I just want to hold you. I don’t know how you do it, but you make my past so pretty—
Farewell slides down your cheeks, raining heartache onto my palms. Your tears hit my skin, and sound like birds crashing against windows. Do you know what’s going on inside me? Or am I the only one? I want you to see through me, because I haven’t got the guts to show you my lack of guts, to show you how badly I’m rattling inside, or how much our love hurts. Look at me, I’m made of leaves.
Years ago I was invincible, but now I bleed and bruise daily, hammered and cut by the quilt of your kindness. What have i gotten myself into?
Gone, you vanish through a door, down a ramp, off into space. I crumble within the arms of a blue-suit stranger. He puts his hand on my head, he’s been here before, understands me. I can hear it in his chest. He can hear it in mine. But from miles away in the sky…can you? I close my eyes and in my ears your plane rumbles higher, stealing you away so far. Oh, if I had feathers and wings, I’d chase you right now. I’d lift off and climb, catch up and glide. I’d come for you, come after you, come with you. But I don’t.
Sparrows fallen can’t fly.