True , So True , And Sometimes Those Teachers Mean More To You Than They Are Expected To By The World....

Some nights

she stays awake

looking at the stars,

and other nights

she falls asleep

and dream of them.

— Mark Anthony

What good is helping people when the only things you get acknowledged for is your mistakes? Mistakes, made because you are just human, and all you were trying to do was help?

Thanks @intoxicatednits for the tag!

Mine is INFP- the idealist's booklist.

So lovies many of you are into books (these are classics) and here is list according to MBTI.

And I'm in love with these

OH GOSH!!! Looking forward to know about yours buddies!!!

So these lines are from Beyonce's Halo..

" You're Everything I need and more, it's written all over your face."

I feel like every song I hear has a line that manages to melt my heart... But these are something that gives me a vibe of pure love. I would love to see what you do with them!! If you want I can send you tons more line...

Id love if you sent me more!! This really does give off “rose colored glasses” kind of love. Hope you like this one :)

Writing poems based on lyrics

Day 10

You’re everything i need and more

Its written all over your face

And maybe youll see it too

But how come you never say?

Ive always said my piece

Never hid my feelings away

Thats how i want it to be

Im not here to here to play those games

Before i fall

And break my heart

Tell me you see it too

See how much i love you

Tell me

How much do you want me to

Stay

No pedestal love

No worship or idols

My hearts the prize

So are you going to try

Because baby

I dont need to cheat to win

Their eyes stare close,

parallel into each other.

These mirrors of their souls,

create some infinite reflections,

Gazing deep inside, they see

their histories unwind ,

while their hearts intertwine.

They collapse in each other,

as if two black holes collide,

ending light, ceasing dark,

rebuilding space , creating their time.

Buried was a universe inside, now is

a spark that's theirs to be,

forever and ever...

-mauli

"Falling moon"

𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪?

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕖 .

𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨,

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕠,

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕘𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣,

𝔸 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕚𝕣,

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤,

𝔸𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤,

𝕎𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

As you level up, life gets harder. One step forward and your hard work pays off. If you work, you succeed in the next level. ork now and rest later.......

A fire raging inside,

boils the liquid red in me,

vapours of which,

condense as tears in the eyes.

And you say I'm weak

when i cry.

You're naïve, you don't know.

The drops of greif are mortal,

but the tears burnt

are the Flames at rest,

pouring from the brink of heaven,

into hell.

They are power, they are anger,

they give the purpose

to the machine immortal

that rages to live on and on,

burning the rocks ,to ashes.

-mauli

Absolutely true and so beautiful to realise.... Kindness is a legacy more than a try-hard trait...

You know what I love about good people? Somewhere some stranger in this world remembers them solely because of a simple kind act they did. What a beautiful legacy to leave in someone’s head. That they deserve kindness because once, a complete stranger was kind to them.

Support the human in each girl... Nothing is simply a girl thing, we are half the world, we are different in all our unique ways. Hell, we are humans ,man! No two humans are the same , that is true diversity, keep that safe. We are half the world and half the world is in our minds. Embrace that , cuz we are no more, no less, just human, trying to find our own beautiful way of being. Let. Us. Be.

Protect weird girls. Ya know…. the ones that used to make up intricate games on the playground about ghosts and saving the world. The ones that used to have a whole BOX of fucking rolly pollies and worms. Those girls that used to have mason jars FULL of fucking god knows WHAT on their mother’s back porch. Protect… girls. Girls that daydream too much. Girls that could go out to Walmart dressed in cow girl boots, and a faux fur coat. Girls that invent whole other worlds in their heads. Girls that love too much. Girls that don’t love quite enough. Girls that don’t look, or sound the way society expects them to. Loud girls. Quiet girls. Angry girls. Sad girls. Support girls being themselves, and being unapologetic about it. The ones that get labeled “weird” for simply existing and being brave enough to not dim themselves down, just because society tells them, too. The girls that never lost their magic once they grew up. Support weird girls.