And kid, you’ve got to love yourself.
You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew
black coffee, and stare at
the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got
to sit next to the man at the
train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a
conversation. You’ve
got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a
shower. Then you’ve got
to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you
bought for four dollars at
the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking
everything so dam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky.
You’ve got to compliment someones crooked
brows at an art fair and tell them
that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid
July. You’ve got to stop
letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter
in two years. Sleep in on
Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday.
You’ve got to stop
worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds
out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you
over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. F-ck it.
Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love
yourself.
mandy* · 1 decade ago
I'm crying omfg this is the most beautiful thing I've ever read
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