What One's Capable Of.
What one's capable of.
There are moments, flashes, where you get a glimpse of what you're capable of.
They happen when you less expect it. When you're walking towards college or your job, when you're alone in your house, when you're sorrounded by people that may be friends or not.
For less than a second, or for countless ages, you are able to see how much power you were gifted with. You see, that if you leave that habit, you will reach a goal. You see, that if you don't stop, you'll be on a place you always wanted to be. You see that, if you stop being prideful, and just do what it's needed, you will cross the limit. You see that, if you don't give up, every doubt, yours or someone else's will not matter.
See? You're the only one that's stoping you. Giving just a little to achieve the greatest is never enough. You have to be willing to leave some things behind, cause they're like a chain that ties you down to where you are, and if you wanna reach your dream and smile wide, with a fullfilled heart and a determinated mind, you gotta be willing.
You gotta be willing.
And then, it's just matter of effort and time.
You were gifted with power. Learn to use it, and use it well.
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Will I ever stop being something to trade?
I'm a daughter, a grand daughter, a cousin, a nephew, but between them all I'm a person. I have a heart that beats, a mind that works, lungs that breath, dreams that exist...
I'm not a stumbling block, or a channel through that people take advantage of other people. I'm not a burden, or something to just invest in.
I'm a person.
I'm a person! I care, I listen, I see! How can any of you call yourself my family when your love is builded in rage, in hate, in all those awful things that you, family, don't want to let go, cause you feel that you have the right!?
How can you all be so... So... So like this? Like a vampire that sucks my blood and lets me with no energy to move on?
I'm a person, and I'm tired. I'm tired of being trapped between all the hate, all the anger, all the bitter, that you, family, send to each other like a tennis ball.
I'm a person, and so I'm tired, and you are losing me.
If this is what I get to carry your blood, then I don't want it.
Nights, because good would be that my departments building allow to have pets so I can fullfil my dream of having a Maine Coone called Morpheus/Oneiros that I would embrace like a teddy bear everytime I feel like life has no meaning.
Ok, just let´s be honest.
If i was Sylvie, inside, i would being screaming like if i would dying for two reasons:
One: for the first time, i fell in love. And it’s something that scares me, scares me like bloody hell. But it’s a scaring that you feel not in the mind, but in the heart, and that’s truly like a green sign.
Because true love scares, and if you don’t feel scares, then it’s not true love.
Two: for the first time, i fell in love. True love. And the eyes i’m looking at are saying to my soul that it IS reciprocated, even if i don’t accept it because of inminent death.
conclusion; that’s what Sylvie thought, as i did. #change my mind or fight me. i have daggers. hehehe
LOKI SERIES Episode 4
*cries uglily while wraps herself in her blanket, cries more and plays "Sandman" by Ed Sheeran*
hadestown (2019) // the sandman (2022-)
“ A thing you should now is this; someone can stay, but that does not mean that they're truly, completely here. ”
—Unknown
Lets be honest: without daydreams life would be more unbearable that it is already.
Who disagrees has not experienced the blissful happiness that you find yourself forced to find on music and loliness.
That sounded sad. But its true.
“I am deathly sure that dreams and hope are well tangled to each other; you would ask why. I'll tell you: because you can't have dreams if you don't have hope, and you can't have hope if you don't have dreams. ”
—someone that dreams in the daylight and that hopes in the nightdark.
I created a word that, in my eyes, it is legitimy, and in my heart, I hope it to be used and remembered: Verakensi'naísh:
That word would be the one that describes the inability of stop feeling; it would be the name of the deepest form of empathy.
Use it, if you wish to. Write poems with it, let your tongue became familiar with it, be identified, too. I am going to do all of it, and more, but I thought that it would be so selfish of mine to not share this new word with all the ones that needs it.
So here it is. Use it wisely.
—The Solivagant.
Why. Explain me why.
Netflix seriously canceled THIS???
Random anecdote:
I remember that once my mum asked me what is my type, or, what would I like in a romantic partner. My aunt was there, her sister, that is a year older than me, and she showed interest in the answer I would say.
I showed them both a gif of Lockwood, said that he was my latest fictional crush, and this is how It went;
My mum: really? He's too skinny.
My aunt: yes. If you got to lay in his chest, the boy would broke. Like a spaghetti. Look at his face.
Me: I look at him and I like him and I will not apologize.
My mum: he British?
Me: yes.
My mum: then you can like him all you want. You'l never met him after all.
My aunt: 😧
Me: 🙂
My mum: 😁
In a nutshell, they dont approve my taste.
