Saw lots of yellow blooms while walking home today. Apparently this is the cherry blossom equivalent of Hawaii, and it only happens during the Summer season. They are too pretty for life.
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Society puts too much emphasis on physical beauty.
And this, we all know.
But when I tell a girl that she’s beautiful, and she laughs as if it’s a joke,
I have to wonder.
Or when I tell a boy that his smile is glorious, and the first thing to slip his mouth is
“Kids used to make fun of my teeth, you know? I don’t like my smile much.”
I can’t help but be concerned.
Because I see myself in them.
I don’t fully believe anyone who tells me I’m beautiful,
immediately I search for an ulterior motive.
And whenever I’m complimented, I remember each and every hateful word that once hung on my shoulders.
It’s only when someone compliments something other than my physical beauty that I embrace it.
So when I tell the boy that he is unimaginably intelligent,
he blushes, and takes it bashfully.
Society has put so much emphasis on physical beauty,
that it has caused us to deny our own.Your physical beauty exists.
And it is much more than what you have been trained to see.
Marry your best friend. Fooling around is fun, but life gets in the way and when it gets hard, you’d wanna be married to your best friend.
One summer night I fell asleep, hoping the world would be different when I awoke.
I was at the library the other day, and my daughter was playing at the Art Table with two other girls. One of the little girls’ mother was near by and said “Aren’t you girls good little artists!”
And the third girl perked up and said “My dad’s an artist!”
The woman smiled indulgently and says “Oh really, what kind?”
The little girl proudly told her “He’s a tattoo artist.”
And the woman. Oh man. Her face just twists, crumples into something nothing short of disdain, and she opens her mouth and says “That’s not…”
“An easy job,” I cut in, looking the woman in the face because really? You’re going to tell a child her dad’s not a real artist. “In fact it’s very very hard, because that art is alive forever on a person, not like on paper. And that’s scary! You have to be really good, to be a tattoo artist. Your dad must be really, really good.”
what kind of person could just try and crush a little kid like that? goddamn.
How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
i want to live in a world where peoples appearance is directly based on their personality so like if they are sweet and kind they get to be hot but if they’re assholes then they get to look ugly


