But the titanic sank?

if only the titanic did that
My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday, That his roommate from college And best friend from high school; Overdosed and died, Last Wednesday night. My brother is 25 years old. He missed three days of work, sat at home in the dark, And cried for the first time in six months. This is not poetry. My father is very, very sick. He sleeps for seven hours, To build up a half hour of strength, Just so he can pick me up from school. He hasn’t been well in over a year. And still, He prays every night, “Thank you God, for making this happen to me, and not my children.” I am swallowed in fear, That soon enough, he will go to bed, And never wake up. This is not poetry. There are thousands of people, fighting cancer, and war, and death, just to have one more day, In hopes that it will get better. And still, You people glorify sadness, and long for your death, because apparently life, is just too much of a burden. Wake up, your ignorance is sickening. Your life is thousands of times more beautiful, Than your death will be. For My Father, S.Skavdahl (via exoticwild)

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1. You have a bunch of hair on your head. Thousands of strands composed differently. Some curly, some straight, some broken and limp, some healthy. How unique you are, do you see it?

2. Your eyes are not the same as anyone else’s. You have bits of colors here and there. And even if your eyes are just one color, there are marks in them that make them one of a kind. I can see life in your eyes. Can you see it?

3. Look at your hands, your finger nails, the little hairs on your knuckles. Creases divided up by crevices from end to end. None exactly alike to some one else’s. Men dream of filling you up completely till the crevices in your hands are no more. People crave you. Can’t you see it?

4. Your mind amazes me. Look at it. You see things that no one else notices. People are busy, rushing by to work, appointments, meetings, love affairs. And you see the way the old woman admires the birds waddling by. The way the little girl cries when she stubs her toes by the crack in the side walk. The paper boy smiling as he realizes what little things are possible. But you don’t notice one thing. The way I see you. Smiling aloft by other’s happiness, as if someone tore down mountain by mountain to show you their affection. I would do that for you. I think you’re beautiful, do you see it?

I think you’re beautiful, do you see it? you’re beautiful. (via blossite)

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rooftop garden shot in shanghai, china using infrared film by kert gartner
Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining. note to self (via cexjay)

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