There were two piano pieces of Rachmaninoff's: Love's Joy and Love's Sorrow. Now she, the musician who lets the instrument cry for her, always chooses to play the latter piece. And he, the musician who seeks to pursue happiness with his instrument, asks her, "Why do you stick to sorrow?"
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"So I can get used to it."

If your life is anything like mine college is going to be the worst three years of your life
Its day one now so pay attention you won’t believe how everything falls into place
Everything dances outside of your hands you have no control here
Pay no mind to the girl who held the door open for you
As you first step foot into this place that you can’t wash out from under your skin
If your life is anything like mine she is not important just yet
But don’t worry she’ll break your heart later
You have two classes on Wednesday and you will suffer through every minute of the first
You aren’t used to so many people talking so loud in such a confined space
But its only temporary well at least thats what you tell yourself
There is just enough time to get dinner before your second class starts
Somehow this leads to the classroom number changing last minute
You’re late one of the last to arrive at least there is an open seat in the back
Watch out for the broken girl sitting in the second to last row on the right
Aisle seat so she can get out and run when things get bad
If your life is anything like mine you will fall for her
I’m so sorry there is nothing you can do but wait and suffer as she digs a hole in your heart
She is the first friend you’ll make here and she will be the first to toss you aside
Just as broken as she was when you found her
You don’t know if you’ll ever see her again and you panic as the semester comes to a close
But she breaks you so easily and the last day of classes you spill everything
She doesn’t know what to say and the two of you hang barely gripping each other
This lasts for a year and a half until she finally chooses the words that tear the veins out of your arms
But if your life is anything like mine you still see her all the time
And things only seem to change for her
You barely pull yourself through the semester and everyone knows it
That smile you fake isn’t nearly bright enough to cover the bruise
Now remember that girl who held the door for you on your first day of school
If your life is anything like mine she will pine for your attention and I don’t know why
But you’re so broken now and you fall for it
Its so hard to see clearly when theres blood pouring from your mouth
And your lungs are covered in tiny pieces of her name
Now you’ll fall for her in two parking lots trying to find stars in the cloudy sky
And you will affectionately call her Bambi when she stumbles like a wave out of place in the sea
Everything is perfect for three days and I hope you savor every second
Because every bit of strength you can find now is from what you can recall of her
It doesn’t matter what you do she will push you away with tears in her eyes
The problem is she is two people in one
You weren’t her painkiller like you were afraid you would be she was yours
She will be gone within the week but you won’t find out why for another year
Because she never bothered to tell you that she prefers girls
If your life is anything like mine I don’t want you to read this
I don’t want you to know how broken you’ll feel
And I don’t want to tell you that things haven’t really gotten any better
But if you’re anything like me you can push on another year and a half at least
Things still might change but I can’t promise they do
I haven’t been that far yet
*~W.C.

To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken

Some fears are paralyzing




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Here’s to the kids lying on the floor.
Here’s to the kids whose hearts that drip and spin and ooze and pour.
Here’s to the kids with hands spread wide with open doors to their cars and shudder with lies.
Here’s to the kids with cat scratches, metal latches, kitchen sinks, emotional tumors.
Here’s to the kids with paper masks, who smile when they scream and snap when they cry.
Here’s to the kids who want to say “I’m sorry” but have forgotten the lines,
Here’s to the kids that touch bone, say they’re fine, and have lost their shoulder blade wings to the sky.
Here’s to the kids without laughter lines,
Here’s to the kids with smile scars.
Here’s to the kids that press on, live on, watch the trees and sing bravely on.
Here’s to the kids with eyes made of steel, the kids that fight to feel.
Here’s to the kids that leave prints in the snow and who fight for their right to say no.
This is how we fight for our lives, this is how we breathe.
Leave your lost name at the door and bring us your thoughts
Your insides, your reality, your strengths and
Your weaknesses and your smile and your tears and your hands.
Take off your mask, kid, take it off and release the butterflies with fangs that live inside your hushed brain.