I'd like to tell you that my sky's not blue, it's violent rain And in my world, the people on the street don't know my name In my world, I'm seven feet tall And the boys always call, and the girls do too Because in my world, I'm constantly, constantly havin' a breakthrough (Hmm) Or a breakdown, or a… Continue reading When a song is the definition of you…
A Rare Lesson in Life Click above to watch an amazing story of kindness and empathy. She paints such a beautiful picture of all that our world could be, if only we all remembered that everyone has a battle they're fighting. All that we need to do is be kind. It sounds so easy, when… Continue reading Hurt people hurt people.
It's on the days of which required a bit of venting to make it through that I have to remember: that's what "Fearlessly Making Sunshine" is all about. The name of this blog, in no way, suggests that finding happiness and warmth is easy. This world is in fact pretty cold to the touch, and… Continue reading Pause.
Purposely, you stabbed me with your words, And let them run about my mind. You found my most buried obstacle That tortured me through seemingly endless time. You knew how far to force your words, just enough to leave your conscience clean. You've brought about a fresh, new wound, That I've got no will to… Continue reading Talk About You.
I've tried to convince myself that it's an art, a skill, talent of some sort. It settled deep within me, but the intruder will not allow my mind to pin it with such descriptions. "Keep spinning it", I tell myself, in hopes of staying in the sun. Somehow, at this time, I'm unable shift what… Continue reading There will always be someone who can’t see your worth.
-Troye Sivan https://youtu.be/3awzvNrKDsg 💙💛💖, Bailey
"Be nice to my Bae!" I hear on the other side of the phone. (My mom has always called me "Bae", spelled just as so. Before it was considered to be a significant other.) "You can't love [someone else] until you love yourself first... How do you expect to?" How do I respond to that?… Continue reading I won’t follow you.
When it hails on the windows, The wind pushes the ice to an angle, The sky lights up with lightening, The thunder amplifies it's cry. "Look at me here! Now listen, please. Hear me this once. I beg of you. Just look, I'm here!... ...Why did I even show? They complain when I don't, and… Continue reading Reach Out To Someone.
With an emptiness I'm not able to describe. It's so hard to love yourself when so many other people judge you so harshly. As humans in general, we want to be accepted by the general public, but when the general public find a fault in your blood, they tend to cast you out for their… Continue reading Flooded.
"I'm sorry that I don't know what you're feeling!" It's always said out of anger; I think because you're tired of me "not trying" - such that its obvious to you. Or Maybe because I don't have the energy to fight. Maybe because I don't have the energy to feel such an intense emotion, Maybe… Continue reading You’re sorry.