that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune- without the words,
and never stops at all.
and sweetest in the gale is heard,
and sore must be storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm.
i've heard it in the chillest land,
and on the strangest sea.
yet, never, in extremity
it asked a crumb of me.
-hope, emily dickinson
Gorgeous poetry, don't you think? Completely irrelevant to this post, but I saw this & felt like posting it.
Anyways, do you ever have those moments when you feel really pretty? Just, out of nowhere, for a couple of moments (or maybe longer than that) you feel really safe in your own skin. You like your appearance. You like your personality. You're at ease with yourself. Well, I do. And it feels absolutely fantastic.
But unfortunately, it only happens when I think someone ELSE thinks I'm pretty. I need compliments to feel great about myself, and that's what sucks.
G'night. x
