Be yourself. Stay true to your heart.
There’s no such thing as normal and change doesn’t happen when people don’t fight for what they believe in.
Staying true to your heart in itself could be the rebellion you seek.
And if you’re made to change who you should be and how you should act or how you are treated because of your gender, the color of your skin, your hair, how much money you have, the kind of job you have, your paper “credentials”, what you wear: leave. Or change the way you respond. The more you connect with it, the more power you’re giving it.
And if it’s something you can’t ignore… Well, it’s because it’s accepting a part of who you are that you’ve chosen to hide in fear.
Fight. Always fight.
Life is a battle. And the best battles to be won are the battles within oneself.
Don’t rape or murder though. That shit is so.not.cool.
… and if you don’t like the answer, never fail to get drunk and forget it in the morning.
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Someone just pointed out again that my “foolish” writing tattoo looks like “poolish” due to the font.
Must be the Flip accent.
FOB for Lyf.
2. Fresh Off the Boat
“I’m no FOB! I having good Engrish!”
A man (grandfather and a father) died at home on the couch. He choked on his own phlegm as he had trouble with his lungs. It sprung from diabetes.
The family called the doctor in, but it was too late. Everyone was mourning and crying a lot.
There was a granddaughter, who was about 14 at the time. She only cried for a bit. She was a sad though.
When her family checked up on her “shortage of mourning” she replied, “We had good times and bad ones too. That’s life – people come and go.”
14 year old: for the win.
Never grow up. Ever.
ALWAYS have a lust for life. Take comfort in knowing that someday, you too, shall pass.
Sometimes you’ve got to let people go and sometimes people let you go.
A note for the living:
“When someone leaves you. let them go and know that it doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. It just means that their part in the story of your life is over. Your story goes on.”
Ideally parting of ways are amicable, but sometimes it’s nasty lol and that’s just how it is.
I think the best approach though is to love yourself unconditionally and stay true to your heart, because if you can’t love yourself then you can’t love anyone else. Took me a long time to learn that.
But that’s my own personal take on it. If it resonates with you: cool. If not: then just dismiss this entire post as just another ramble from a babbling idiot.