somethingnooneexpected:

today i wore my gay pride shirt to school

And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what I’m talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a noise of utter disgust. She asked me to go to the main office and get a different shirt. But being the rebel that I am, I told her very politely “no, if you don’t like it you don’t have to look at it. It’s my shirt, not yours, and there’s nothing wrong with it.” She told me again that I needed to change my shirt. I said again that I wasn’t and she told me she would have to send me to my administrator for direct disrespect. So I put on a big smile and packed my stuff up while she wrote the discipline report up.

But the thing that made me so happy that I didn’t give in and change was that as I was walking out the door a girl in my class stood up and started to walk with me. My teacher was kinda pissed and told her that she would get a write up if she didn’t sit down. And this girl, she is my fucking hero. She says: “Write me up then. It’s one more story that I can go home and tell my mothers. And I’m sure my girlfriend would love to hear it, too.” Then she smiled and walked out. I just felt the need to share what happened today with my lovely followers. 

myinkstainedheart:

In the dark as I lay
among folds of cotton fibers
I recite a poem I learnt
after I say my evening prayers.
A poem too short, consisting
of but a word, the single verse
that hastens, quickens my pulse,
my lips tremble when I rehearse.

If you have days, weeks, months or perhaps even years where it seems everything is against you. Nothing goes right. You’re completely alone. Nobody wants you. And you’re about as far from perfect as it is possible, or even impossible to get, then remember this:

Everyone feels that way at some point. Everyone has been forced right to their personal edge and peered down into the blacker than black abyss. Everyone has hit their rock bottom at some point. Everyone can bounce back.

You may feel your rock bottom is nothing compared to others. You may feel it’s a pathetic place compared to those around you. Or maybe it’s deeper than anyone around you can understand. Who knows. What you must remember is your rock bottom is exactly that. It’s YOURS. Not theirs. Their rock bottom will be different because they are not you.

Hold onto your hope. Even when you think it is gone, just remember you’re still alive. If you couldn’t bounce back you’d already be dead. We all hit our rock bottom many times in our lives. Rock bottom changes, deepens, shallows, as we grow, as we learn and discover. 

The thing is. You ARE perfect. You are perfect because you have a rock bottom and you’ve been there more times than you care to admit. You have limits. You have flaws. You are weak.

Anyone who doesn’t have days when their whole world collapses. Who never find their rock bottom. Who have never felt the pressure of the world on their shoulders  are the imperfect ones. The ones who’ve never truly lived. Who can never truly understand love and hope.

So next time you find yourself at rock bottom. Be sure to tell yourself that you’re there to remind yourself how perfect you are. Cling onto your hope, however feeble it may appear and bounce back.

Bounce back.