Over the last couple of years, I noticed a turning in my affection toward the changing of seasons. All my life, Summer was my time, where seasonal sadness and restrictive clothing were fairly nonexistent. The free spirit in me responded promptly to the invitation to play; unafraid and unashamed. It is balm to the soul to go to the coast on a whim, chest open, hair knotted, salt air to breathe in. But, as any living thing, I changed. I still love warmth, little dresses, and the sea. But upon her arrival, year after year, Autumn became a comfort to me. I resisted this evolution, I didn’t want to give in. I wanted to stay with summer, with the ideas and promises of youthful nights and golden skin. But the promises let up, and the thrill slowed down. Autumn has memories carved in me: of havens and of hope. And yet, still remaining, like a familiar scent lifts into the air as you settle into an heirloom chair for the first time in a while…it brims with solemn heart ache. They were aches I wanted to avoid because of an idea. The idea that full acceptance would come to ruin all I’ve worked to hold up and hold dear, that my mess would cause me to become all I have ever feared- a question I’ve been teased with, an answer I was sure of: Would the slow of autumn’s pace cause me to be unloved?
The Idea, in turn, caused ruin in me. The irony makes me laugh. What caused it to plant and take root over time? Well, I could go on about that. But, the importance is that I am learning- that Autumn is becoming a time for me, not for lost love of hope and the sun, but for acceptance and coming undone. Autumn gives grace as I learn to be still, invites me on walks to embrace the chill. Autumn doesn’t strive to be accepted.
Autumn is unafraid, accepting the loss that is sure to come.
It sucks not coming home to you. Realizing someone else is taking care of your needs. It sucks knowing you don’t want me around unless it’s to fix something at the house. It’s sucks even more knowing you tried while I wasn’t ready. You tried while I wasn’t able to see. It sucks most knowing I want you each and every day. That I want you to know I want you I chose you and I have been ready for you and now you have moved on. I watched you work. I knew you didn’t need me. You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me and the only one who ever really knew me. Guess I have to accept the fact that I will not get you back.
i have been doing reading for school and one thing i’ve been curious about is the big 5 personality test. i feel as if i must have been lying on it because the results seem to be not too bad. i’m not sure i would rank myself any of these things but i have been working to develop myself as a person so i can be a more prosocial member of society. i know i’m introverted which feels like a flaw sometimes but now that i’m accepting it i think i’m really able to tap into my true potential.
I do not accept, I am not reconciled. But one thing she did. She taught me the stupidity of the attempt to withdraw and be free of trouble and harm…One is not made pure by blowing water through the nose or by retiring from the treadmill. These are the ways we deceive ourselves… There is no way to step off the treadmill. It is all treadmill.
― Wallace Stegner, All the Little Live Things (Penguin Books, December 1, 1991, first published 1967
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Can everyone get it through their head that if someone doesn’t share the same opinion as you or has a slightly negative opinion on a PoC, they are not racist.
I get that PoC are mistreated, I am one. But that doesn’t mean that if anyone says a bad thing about them that they are racist. If someone says something bad about a white person, no one jumps to their defense.
People of Color are still people. Strong people who will not take the crap that is thrown at them, the same way a white person won’t. We are as human and as alive as the rest of you.
We all have to live on this Earth together so why can’t we just accept each other as we are, not caring about color or race or sexuality. We shouldn’t have to. We should just be able to see each other as human, a person who is just like everyone else.
What is wrong with everyone that a sixteen year old Indian girl has to make a whole post about this so that people just stop for a minute and think. Think about the fact that we are the ones who have to live on this planet and the we are the ones who make it so hard to fit into society where you are constantly judged about every single aspect of your being.
I know there are a lot of people who are adults on here, so why do I -someone who isn’t even out of high school yet- have to bring myself to speak up about this?
I don’t mean to lecture anyone but just hope that they took the time to read this and stop a moment to think if we want to keep living the way we do.
I admit that thinks have drastically changed over the last few centuries but that doesn’t change the fact the we still have a long way to go.
Stop treating people badly for something they didn’t do. Stop pouncing on people because their opinion differe from your own. Stop judging at the first glance.
Be the change you want to see.
#stop harassing people #stop judging people #be the change #be the change you want to see #we all live in this world together #world peace#acceptance #accept each other
you know what. my parents are flawed & quite crappy sometimes. but i love them so much. like, holy fuck i love my mom and dad. they’ve been there for me since forever. no matter what phases or changes i go through, they try their best to be supportive.
when i came out to them as nonbinary, i was terrified. i was scared that they might react badly. but they didn’t. my dad even made a joke.
when i told them that i want to change my name to arson… well, there were some questions & a bit of confusion. but they accepted me. and i love them for that.
bonus: my dad’s english sucks & he struggles to pronounce “arson” but he still tries & it’s adorable.