Legacy
What will they think of us?
200 years into our future
Long after our stories have faded,
After our lives' missions have been put to rest,
What will they think of us?
200 years into our future
Long after our stories have faded,
After our lives' missions have been put to rest,
I find peace in simple things that are small. One thing that brings me peace is lying outside on the grass with my mom. We both really like to watch the clouds and tell each other the shapes or animals that we see.
Humanity is Magnetic.
We all have invisible, emotional and spiritual magnetic fields that attract people to us and us to other people, both platonically & romantically.
I think it’s outrageous that our society prioritizes short term entertainment over long term commitment towards intellectual engagement.
Friendships are complicated—sometimes they bring joy, and other times they hurt.
Sometimes they feel full, and other times lonely.
But just staying by someone’s side—just being part of their life—that matters.
Okay, so this is a bit different from what I usually post, but I need to get some stuff off my chest.
I'm a bit of an avid reader, more recently than in the past. Found a lot of really good books lately and thought I'd share a few of them:
“It's like you've finally found your home and you know it'll always be there,” my friend’s older sister said, not bothering to look away from the passing fields outside the car window. I wanted to respond that my home is my best friend.
Who are you, you ask? Why, that's an incredibly good question. I don't know. I ask myself that every day, and I still don't know who I am. I don't know who I want to be, or what I want to do when I grow up.
I am 15, that's young.
I have just started high school and am experiencing a lot of firsts right now.
Yet at the same time some days feel weird.
Dear Jo March,
A couple was shot in the city which I call home. Portland, Oregon. I learned the news right after I had gotten home from school. Had this really happened? Could it be true?