create your own path.
Hi, I'm Rhiannon, I'm a sailor.
Love the world? Write about it. Hate the world? Write a new one.
Becoming Yourself
When we were kids, we always dreamed of growing up.
We thought our teenage years would be full of nights with the girls, Friday night football games, and friendship.
But do you really wanna know the truth? Well I’ll tell you.
Students walk in every day, ear buds in, tuning the world out. Walking alone in the hallways, afraid to be in a smaller space alone.
Looking at the other people in school, wishing you had what they did.
Going home, laying in bed, and just over thinking.
Over thinking about why he left you for her.
Why your friends drop you for no reason.
Why people seem to walk over you like you’re nothing.
You don’t do your homework because you’re failing anyways, so what’s the point right? You just pop in your headphones and wish the world was different.
You wish you were different.
But the reality is, you are.
You’re you, an individual.
Nobody affects your decisions.
Nobody is corrupting your mind with hateful thoughts.
YOU may have hateful thoughts of your own, but you will teach yourself to love yourself.
Look in the mirror, and darling don’t hate what you see.
Tell yourself you’re an independent.
Look in the mirror and say,
“I am an individual, I am me.”
why dont humans have a specific noise that means “there are bees here lets leave immediately” why are elephants more advanced than us
we do have a specific noise, it sounds like this:
“there are bees here lets leave immediately”
sometimes i try to scroll past this but then i feel guilty
The poems that I post (that aren’t reblogged) are written by her! Her name is Rosco >>>captainroscoj <<<
She’s a poet and a photographer and a sailor, she’s pretty new to tumblr too!Hi! I just wanted to say that you should all go follow my sister Rosco! captainroscoj :))
The most important thing we learn at school is the fact that the most important things can’t be learned at school.
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late.
Nostalgia will no longer be a warm light nor a summer daze. you will feel all the bitterness life has to provide. You will stand in the pouring rain and lose all you’ve ever believed in in a second. You will have jagged fingernails from scratching on the iron walls in your cage made of steel, in your own personal hell, created by no one but you.