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a boy in my first two periods made little origami lotus flowers out of bright yellow post-it notes. he left them on everyone’s desks before they started their final. it’s alarming how many people left them behind. having two made me feel like a queen.

people who find time to endlessly care about people they don’t even know are the most beautiful and intriguing kind of people to me. it’s impossible and they do it every day. they’re magicians of light and life that we see every day. it’s funny how we still wish for some higher power to save us when they are right in front of us

one of my closest friends sends me daily pictures of her cat. sometimes I just cry when I see it because she doesn’t know how much I feel like there is no good in the world. she just sees the cat-loving side of me and brings it to the forefront instead

I know so many people who beautifully embody certain specific traits. if I imagined determination, I would see the girl who sits next to me in AP Euro. I have never felt this admiration so severely

sometimes I buy chai tea from the library for cat girl. she always seems so touched. and I think it’s insane that people like her don’t truly see how much they deserve more than simple gestures.

listen, I do understand the quote “you don’t know your own weaponry” because some people don’t. the only self defense I know is that of the 26 symbols I control. I have no cat to send pictures of. no origami to create. no people who need to see me as something more than a human. for I know that I am nothing more. words are my weaponry. and they’re enough. my weaponry is more than enough for the task at hand. so is theirs.