“Mama, I hope you're proud of me. I took all the awful things they did,and turned them into empathy. Mama, I hope you're proud of me, I may have let their poison under my skin, but I let it drip out of my fingers as poetry.”
"On est tous un peu triste, un peu bancal. On passe tous certaines nuit à pleurer, roulé en boule sous sa couette. On se demande tous un peu trop souvent ce qu'on fout là. On est tous seul alors qu'il y a du monde autour de nous. On traverse tous la route sans vraiment regarder parce qu'on s'en fout de se faire renverser par une voiture. On boit et fume tous parce qu'on est trop lâche pour affronter la vie.On essaye tous de vivre en sachant que rien n'a de sens, qu'on est perdu et qu'on ne va nul part. Certains y arrive mieux que d'autres."
"There is something both frightening and yet so very comforting about darkness.It's in the way it hugs every curve of your body. How it forgives those mountains and plateaus that the daylight does not.In the darkness you can hide.You can hide from pretty much anything. So you turn off the lights and you won't have to look in the mirror. If you shut the blinds it'll seem like the sun stopped shinning for everyone else too. And it's quiet. And it's dark. And it's lonely.
. But here's the thing : It's not forever.
. This life of yours will not be defined by the moment in which you cease to exist. You can't see it now but, it's got chapters, and volumes and sequels and a future.And that body you're cloaking in shadows is carved with so much beauty. And in the fog you're forgetting how bewitching your mind is. One of a kind. Irreplaceable. In the darkness you can't see any of that.
. So light it up. And ignite that spark.
. It's not about being happy all of the time. It's about recognizing those moments in which you reallyfeelalive.When goosebumps crawl up your arms and you can't help but smile. It's that feeling when you hear that song on the radio that you were just thinking of. When you're running so fast you feel like you can actually taste your heart beat. In those singular moments, when it's so good, it feels as if your soul is rising from your body. Looking down at you, and saying, remember this.
. This moment, This is who you are.
. You are not your grades, or your jean size, or your anxiety, or your depression. You are not your past.You are not defined by a number, or a phrase, or a moment. You are light.A sparkling, dazzling, electrifying glow. And you burn brighter than even the darkest of your shadows.
. The darkness will return.That's just an inevitable fact. And you're going to have moments of weakness when you'll sit there, wondering where the light went. But here's the secret :
"I love you. Until the sun stops on rising and setting. Until the stars lose their glow. Until the moon has its edges and became square. Until the trees and flowers and fruits stop on growing. Until the last bit of this universe vanish and crumble into dust. I love you even if my heart stops on beating. I love you even if each and everything comes to its end."
"Things change,always. Often we wish they wouldn't, but they do. And here's the beauty of what I've learned from that. It's that as we change, we also grow. And growth is how we learn to understand the change, to celebrate it even. It sounds crazy, to celebrate something that has hurt you, but you'll get to a point where it's worth celebrating, for whatever reason it may be. You can still celebrate. You bring all your closest friends around you and you yell to the world of how ridiculous it all is, and laugh (maybe even cry a little) at all the pain or maybe you get to see the beauty and you celebrate how the beauty is better than the pain, in the end. I hope all of you get to see the beauty and get to see how the beauty is better than the pain."