rya

like you should not be calling yourself “his lolita” you’re sixteen. you shouldn’t be posting with the tag “#need an older man”. shouldn’t be glorifying bruises and toxic older relationships. you’re sixteen.

you are a collection of every piece of poetry you’ve read, written, and spoken. you are the constellations that made up the night skies—something you’ve admired forever. you are the smiles you’ve given to strangers on a random day. you are the tears that you’ve dropped on your pillow. you are the flowers you’ve received and the plants you’ve put under the sunlight. you are the emotions you’ve let out willingly and freely. you are the love songs you’ve put together in a playlist. you are the raindrops that drizzles gently along the windows. you are the books that are put on every bookshelf carefully. you are a museum of every painting, sculpture, and artifacts you’ve loved.

you are not just you. you are everything this world has to offer.