Not. by Erin Hanson
You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight, Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks, You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak, You're the things that you believe in, And the future you dream of
You are your croaky morning voice, And the smiles you try to hide,
You're the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you've cried, You're the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you're all alone, You're the places that you've been to, And the one that you call home,
And the people that you love, You're the photos in your bedroom,
You're made of so much beauty, But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you're not.
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i was toxic to some and a blessing to others. im willing to admit i wasn’t always in the right.
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Once you become a certain age, it is your responsibility to unlearn behaviors that hinder your growth as a person.
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follow @ herenchia on instagram (instagram.com/herenchia)
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“When someone could show you heaven, that person could show you hell too”
— unknown (via grudge)
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Headcanon that this is teen!Seb’s hand bc I think this is absolutely gorgeous.
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