All I want is to be sat by the pool, a drink in hand, laying down on my boys lap.
Why is “yeah I’m a bitch” suddenly a phrase to be condoned, praised and carried around like a badge of honour? That your witty sly remarks that potentially leave scars in other people is something to giggle and roll your eyes at? The icy glare of a side glance, the frown that seems to be permanently etched onto your face. That not caring, being aloof and acting like absolutely nothing is good enough for you is the new trend? I say fuck that, be excited, love passionately, care, trust and adore everybody until you’re given a reason not to. Let your guard down, let your walls crumble and let people in. The beauty in the world is breathtaking, the people who will prove to you that golden hearts exist are out there if you dare to be vulnerable- so don’t be a bitch, be an angel, because there’s nothing “cool” about not allowing yourself to feel. Nothing impressive about shielding yourself from opportunities out of fear. Open your arms, let your hair down and face the wind - feel it ripple through every strand of hair and with a smile on your face and remember this: where there is love there can not be fear, and that your vulnerable soul is beautiful. And finally: the rewards you will reap from your innocence and trust is priceless.It’s not “cool” to be a bitch. Love, Ada.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
Don’t call me beautiful;
I don’t care.
Call me intelligent,
tell me my laugh is contagious,
tell me I made you smile,
tell me I have something to offer.