Anonymous said: Hi there! The quote, "Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness." is inappropriately credited to Kurt Vonnegut. It's actually a line from Iain Thomas' book I Wrote This For You.

You would be correct. Thank you for catching this! We’ll have to remember to turn our brains on the next time we’re late-night blogging.

And our sincerest apologies to Iain Thomas for the misquote. We adore your writing and we feel absolutely terribly for not properly attributing your quote to you.


It’s okay to be soft when the rest of the world is rough. It’s okay that you’re easily upset. It’s okay that you get hurt easily. It’s not a bad thing that you feel so much.

It’s okay that your hands shake.

It’s okay that you like dirty mirrors and blurry pictures better than crisp images of yourself because you’re so used to being a ghost. It’s okay to not feel real sometimes.

You don’t have to be pretty when you cry. It’s okay that your mind plays tricks on you so often that you have no idea what you actually look like.

Remind yourself that it is okay to disconnect. It’s okay to take time to recharge.

It’s okay to be alone. It’s okay to be lonely and to be vulnerable.

It’s okay to hate yourself but only if you remind yourself that it is not permanent. It’s okay to be sad as long as you remind yourself that it is not permanent.

As long as you are alive, you are growing, changing. I think the world is changing as much as I am because the trees outside my window don’t look the same as they did yesterday. I don’t think I will ever be the same person I was when I was at my worst.

Know that honesty is the easiest way to heal.

So maybe you don’t hate who you are now. You hate who you were yesterday. Your mind hasn’t caught up with your soul.

Promise me, promise me you’ll remind yourself that it’s okay to be yourself tomorrow.

"The first time you came in
you already sounded like somebody leaving.
Your heels
tapping against the floorboards backwards,
a set of fading postcard for hands, a lack of love.
Your tears
are falling dews on a spring day
when everybody else is born again
and you just repeatedly kept dying.
On your bedroom wall is a cardboard moon
with a few stationery paper stars.
Next to it, a window that is never opened
for any constellation named after a stranger
you once held hands with.
There was a time
you never would have let go,
never would have said goodbye.
You would clench your fist and spit out
all your teeth even if it means losing
grip, losing bite, losing you.
Until you eventually did lose you.
And now,
you knock on doors
you never meant to enter.
And now,
you fall for people
you never meant to love."
Kharla M. Brillo, You’re all closed up and alone, you keep apologizing for it.    (via pouvoires)

(via pouvoires)

"I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you."
– Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being (via hollowstimulation)

(Source: quoted-books, via spilledgrace)

I did this for a college class. One of my favorite poems: Blue Blanket by Andrea Gibson. I did mess up quite a bit and I talked too fast, but I am proud of myself nonetheless. :)