How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself
When you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
Both visible
And non
touch each
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she
Friends Should, Friends Shouldn't by CuddlesAndHuggles, journal
Friends Should, Friends Shouldn't
DISCLAIMER: This is not meant to be taken as "rules" to constrict friendships. These are merely guidelines from my own observations for healthy relationships. Friends will make mistakes and friends will fight, this does not make your friends bad people.
Friends Should: Understand that life and other things get in the way sometimes.
Friends Shouldn't: Expect you to pay a certain amount of specific attention to them consistently despite what's going on in your life.
Friends Should: Always pick up right where they left off whether it's been days, weeks, months, or years.
Friends Shouldn't: Give you a hard time about not talking to them when th
TO CLARIFY BEFORE ANYONE READS since some people have a tendency to twist my words into their own meaning, if you are uncertain about something, ASK before assuming.
This does not support theft of anything! I am just stating my opinion on the matter. Thank you and might this read give you some insight on some matters.
IS it an open species?!?
This question. Every. single. time. I. design. something.
nononoononononoooooooooooooooooo xD sTAHP witht he whole SPEICIES thing. I have stopped making species, I make cartoony made up fantasy animal/creature designs, they might look like species, but I do not claim them as such. Fantasy digital cre
My fingers bleed words
that my lips cannot say.
When they try to trickle out,
I scowl and turn away.
It may not be contagious,
but it is a disease.
Holding myself deep inside,
it's getting hard to breathe.
Lies come so easy,
to cover up the truth.
It’s like my second nature,
grown from my very youth.
It’s deeper than conviction,
more earnest than a thought.
It’s my way
It’s my life
It is my disease.