#be you
If you find my main blog, then you probably already saw it, but I want to share it all over the place.
I just got an email from my math teacher, because standardized testing is upon us. I know this doesn’t go to my theme, but I just wanted to share it.
- They don’t know if you can speak multiple languages or if you can play a musical instrument.
- They don’t know if you are a dancer or can produce beautiful works of art.
- They don’t know that your friends can count on you when they need you and that your smile can make a bad day disappear.
- They don’t know that you recite poetry or write music or participate in sports.
- They don’t know that sometimes you wonder what the future will bring or that your take care of your siblings after school.
- They don’t know that you have traveled to some beautiful places, that you are good at telling a story or that you enjoy spending time with family and friends.
- They don’t know that you are trustworthy, caring, friendly and attentive and that every day you try to do your very best.
I just thought everyone should read this and know that those stupid test don’t define you. Be you. Not what everyone else wants you to be. Unless you’re an asshole, then stop being a fucking asshole.
“Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”
― Ruth Reichl
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“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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“May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel most alive.”
― Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life - Fennel’s Journal - No. 1
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“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
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“Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
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“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
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“My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?“
That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?”
“The color,” he breathed. “When you stand in the light. They’re amazing… like molten gold. I could paint those…” He reached toward me but then pulled back. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
― Richelle Mead, Bloodlines
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On the rooftop of an building at the abandoned Linfield Industrial Park, Linfield, PA // astallascliffss & Tyler
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