I’m thankful for Panic! at the Disco for giving me and many others strength during tough times.
I’m thankful for Fun. for their contributions to the GLBTQ + community and their passion and immense love for music; as well as saving lives of many, myself included.
I’m thankful for all of the bands that save lives, MCR, Fall Out Boy, All Time Low, Blink 182…(there is such a long list, I don’t know where to begin). The singers that save lives and empower us.
I’m thankful for J.K. Rowling for her amazing series that brought together so many people and have enlightened many generations.
I’m thankful for the television shows that bring people so much joy (and pain. mostly joy) into their lives. The shows that make people laugh, smile, cry, and feel emotion to its full extent, such as Dr. Who, Sherlock, and Supernatural.
I’m thankful for films. Old films, new films, all films.
I’m thankful for actors/singers/politicians (people with money/power) that take their time and do charity work. That give their time and money to help support the equality of marriage, give to the poor, the sick, the hungry. Which also empowers us to chip in.
I’m thankful for the working man/woman. The one who makes everything happen. Firefighters, teachers, policemen/policewomen, scientists, engineers…etc.
I’m thankful for those who donate their time to help others.
I’m thankful for books. I’m thankful for the education and magic they’ve given me; I’m thankful for the escape from reality when times got tough.
I’m thankful for music.
I’m thankful for pop culture. The saviors of many lives who wouldn’t be here today without their lyrics, their scripts, their pages upon pages of simple but beautiful words…
I’m thankful for I’m thankful for those who give their lives to help others, indirectly, and directly.
I’m thankful for my mom and my family. My friends. My loved ones.
I’m thankful for the world we live in. As bad as it may seem, we have created so many beautiful things and each one of us have taken matters into our own hands to create a better place for generations to come.
I love writing.
It makes the words you feel turn into words on the pages, words that can be translated to stages and screen. Words that travel through time and space, creating new worlds, along with new thoughts, new heroes and villains, new ways of thinking, and more that cannot be fathomed.
Writing can cause emotions to stir, to cause vision to blur from crying, from being scared out of your mind, to being psychologically messed with: all with the words that another human being wrote down for others to enjoy and indulge themselves in.
Writing is powerful. If you can write, you wield ability to change the world, all with a few hundred pages and the alphabet.
I feel liberated. I feel existential.
I love writing.
A drunk night.
It is around 10 o’ clock and the fight is going to happen. I just knew it. I bounce nervously, my knee hitting the floor a couple of times, swigging the cool, fresh beer I had in my hand but it only tasted stale as I continue to stare at the two across from me. Dallon is glaring at Brendon with disapproval, the beer untouched in his hand, while Brendon takes another bottle and chugs it, laughing his ass off about some joke with a plane and a tomato, resting his head against Spencer’s shoulder being a little all too affectionate.
All I can do is wait.
i want to put my arms around you and breathe you in, get to know you through exchanged breaths and a few words, all by holding you close. i want to study every curve, know each soft spot that makes you giggle, find the way to kiss you that will make you smile playfully and giggle again because oh god i love your laugh. i want to get to know you like it was our first time meeting each day we’d lay together. tell me your name and where you’re from again because i could never get tired of your voice. giggle for me again, honey. you are beautiful.
Who here has been the outcast? The one who was trampled and stepped up and a knife with a target was stabbed into their back because they were different than all of the rest?
You are, who you are, and no one can tell you that is wrong. Who the hell do they think they are? Putting you down for different thoughts, different feelings, different ways of putting ideas out there, your writing crisp and refreshing and theirs the same old drone drivel of the generation before them.
YOU take the stand, and raise your hand against bullying, against neglect, against those cliques that separated your group of friends into the ‘nerd’ section, just to gain attention, while you are working hard to get into college.
And maybe they are too. Maybe they have feelings that nobody talks to them about, but does it give a right to make a young child go home at night, crying to their pillow, the only one who would listen other than their mother?
Say no to negativity. I’ve heard this before and I will carry it on, say no to being asked out and ditched, say no to being told who you are supposed to be: You put the knife in their words, and you create your own future because:
YOU are beautiful and YOU deserve to be who you want without judgement.
But another emotion, another feeling that will send your mind reeling and you wonder, what the hell am I to do with this beating heart because it won’t stop…
It never stops.
It’s a train on a track, a plane in the air heading to destination wedding, and who am I to say what love is because…
I don’t know what it is myself.
And those days, those lonely days when your heart is lifted, when the blood is pumping so hard you feel as if you can fly, when you want to die over and over because you can barely contain the feeling inside?
THAT is love.
The sweet kisses and the good mornings and the holding each other under a fort of blankets with your legs intertwined, that is love, but love is also…
A caring friend. A neighbor, a trustworthy pet, a parent…
What is love, you may ask? Everyone has their own interpretation and this is mine.
Till death do I part.
Can we jump into the clouds?
Where words are sweet
and our bodies don’t matter.
and theres something calling me
in between is what i need
and i can’t try to fight these things
when they take over me
i’ve learned the hard way
so slow down and take a piece of me
it’s the only thing i have left, you see
i’m constantly running away from me
it’s better this way
it’s better this way
i would have never tried if i knew you’d say
that love could be better this way
hold me cause i need something, need something to breathe
in, i know i’m not the kind of man i want everyone to see
i’m not the kind of man you wanted me to be
it’s better this way
this is really good