The Caged Bird Sings

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I am not an empire you were ‘chosen’ to
conquer. My body is a fortress time built
with its own two hands and you were
never given permission to breathe that
structure. A warrior such as myself
wasn’t born to fight for someone like you,
and my armor was crafted to be
impenetrable when facing your slurs on
the street. I could have lions guarding my
castle’s gates but my own roar is far more
ferocious.
You think you own me?
I’d love to see you prove it.
a note to the boy who tried to claim me // Haley Hendrick (via s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d)

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sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

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But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.

- Louis Sachar

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