Beffa

You

                are beautiful

                wanted

                precious

You

                can never lose your worth

Worth is not based on society

Society kills

                it delights in price tags far too much

You

                are not characterized by a price tag

You

                are much more than a price tag

                that slip of paper which easily tears

                                burns

Kneels down and takes it

Don’t take it!

You are a human being!

                The best out of all creation

You can do much more than take it

You

                can rise above

                shine much brighter

You are a star

That burns all of society’s price tags

Refines them

You

                can change the order of society

                make it whole again

                                                                                You

Are Precious.

raychleadele:

alwaysonlysometimes:

flyhorizonbound:

alwaysonlysometimes:

raychleadele:

theothersideofthedesk:

alwaysonlysometimes:

raychleadele:

flyhorizonbound:

alwaysonlysometimes:

raychleadele:

alwaysonlysometimes:

flyhorizonbound:

alwaysonlysometimes:

flyhorizonbound:

alwaysonlysometimes:

This cannot be accurate.

(I really just wanted to be a part of this.)

Flying Diglett. That is all

Stop the madness!

I always picture myself slapping you, crying, and then hugging you to bits next time our paths cross.

But I’m not a violent person. (Have I ever even slapped a boy?…)

I feel that this is much more accurate:

amandatolleson:

euclase:

Deviantart just changed my gallery view, and now I can see the comment count under each thumbnail, and it’s just about the most triggering thing in the universe, and I might have to disable comments on everything, which really sucks, but JFC, talk about a way to make people feel worthless, anxious, neurotic, paranoid, and stupid.

I have several times come close to having bad anxiety attacks over this. It sucks.

Why would they do this to us??? … :(

uhh… I just spent x amount of time browsing the dictionary for cool words.

Yes I have a life and when people tell you to read the dictionary… maybe you should actually do it. It’s none to shabby. 

So I had all these dreams and aspirations that today when I got home from school I would sit down at the piano and write my song until supper time. That’s about 2 1/2 hours. Between me not knowing what the hell to write and falling asleep on the couch with the dog I worked for maybe an hour. And instead of writing a good couple pages like I anticipated, I only got two sketchy lines done. It doesn’t help that this is an extremely emotional piece for me but man, I just want to get it done in time so I can perform it on Fine Arts Night.