Just lots of little things that keep building up on me, which is pulling me down.
I just don’t want to feel sad anymore, you know? I just want someone to say that I’ll come out happy in the long run, but it really don’t think I will….
13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names
Inspired by the many complaints i’ve received of older Lilo’s resemblance to Nani.
Music is a safe kind of high