20 things I'm thankful for by Tangled-Tales, journal
20 things I'm thankful for
Happy Thanksgiving to all my American watchers (and any other countries who are celebrating the holiday today)! Actually, happy day of thanks to anywhere and everywhere, because any opportunity to give thanks for what we have is a reason to celebrate!
Hope you all enjoy time with friends/family/pets/yourself! I will be reflecting on 20 (although the list could go on ceaselessly) things I'm thankful for! Maybe you'll decide to do the same! :)
1) That I have grandparents alive that could come and celebrate the holiday with my family and I.
2) That I have a loving family that will always support me.
3) That I have technology that allows me t
it's okay to not be okay by Tangled-Tales, literature
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it's okay to not be okay
sometimes it’s okay
to sit on the floor of the bathroom stall
and let your feelings gather- it’s okay
to let them pool like a lachrymose lagoon
as the inside of your stomach does summersaults;
I know these emotions can’t be tenderly released,
they’re not soft waves kissing the expecting shore,
let them pour out of you like tidal waves-
release the tsunami from within you
and I know sometimes the tears will sodden your pillowcase,
they’ll be juggernauts- those brackish beads
cathartically-cartwheeling down your flushed cheeks;
but remember how even the clouds
may cry tempestuously today,
only to make room
for m
read when you feel drained by Tangled-Tales, literature
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read when you feel drained
There will be days
when your thoughts overflow,
teeming
like hot tea
in the kettle of your mind
and you may feel
steeped like a tea bag,
as everyone extracts
what you have to offer,
and you're s l o w l y becoming drained
but just remember
when you're put in hot water:
you have the strength to change it into something greater.
Even fallen angels miss the clouds, she says. by brokenfragilethings, literature
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Even fallen angels miss the clouds, she says.
When it rains, she keeps quiet. I’ve learned to look away from
the whole of her on those days, keep my eyes up towards the
skylight, watch the rain come for me but never reach, never
touch. I don’t want to be cleansed. But when I search for her
from beneath my lashes, she is outside on the grass, arms
outstretched.
Big storms are her favorite: thick droplets catch the hairs on
her forearms, pour down like velveteen drapes. With the light
like this, I see wings. I see remorse. Here she is, an offering.
With the light like this, I know she spits apologies to the
heavens. I know she remembers her mother’s slamming doo
you're much stronger than you think by Tangled-Tales, literature
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you're much stronger than you think
I'll be the first to tell you
scissors don't need to be brought to a wrist
to cut deep
because cutting off your heart from you head,
or yourself from your dreams,
is also enough
to make you bleed
and there's ink spilled all over these pages,
and at times it seems tears
are cheaper than water from a spout:
these lines need diluted,
these blots are a dark, dark sea
and maybe I'm not too good at swimming,
even if it's just through a pool of ink
but I've learned if you just keep paddling,
you're much stronger than you think.
Your feelings are valid by Tangled-Tales, literature
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Your feelings are valid
I once read
that a teaspoon of matter
from a black hole
can weigh thousands of tons
upon Earth
so think about that
when someone tells you
your problem is no big deal
for
it may not look
like you have the weight of the world
upon your shoulders
but it sure can feel like it.
There are too many words and too many feelings and not enough ways to get them into text.
But I guess that’s my job, right?
Language is weird like that. Somewhere out there, in the deep trenches of unused English grammar or hidden in thousands of syllables and consonants and vowels lost to history that I could never hope to utter, there is a word for everything one could imagine, and there’s probably a better word to describe everything than “everything.” You have entire cultures that pioneered the written word lost to the dust of time. You have words that describe the heavy, serene scent of rain on a
You are all a work of art by Tangled-Tales, literature
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You are all a work of art
Take me to
an art museum,
and tell me
I am the most beautiful thing
in the room
grab my shoulders, and
shout to the gallery-goers,
"do not touch
this girl,
this work of art."