BOOK: Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur


GOODREADS: Milk and honey’ is a collection of poetry and prose about survival. About the experience of violence, abuse, love, loss, and femininity. It is split into four chapters, and each chapter serves a different purpose. Deals with a different pain. Heals a different heartache. ‘milk and honey’ takes readers through a journey of the most bitter moments in life and finds sweetness in them because there is sweetness everywhere if you are just willing to look.

  • He placed his hands on my mind before reaching for my waist, my hips or my lips. He didn’t call me beautiful first, he called me exquisite.
  • You might not have been my first love but you were the love that made all the other loves irrelevant.
  • You’d rather have the darkest parts of him than have nothing.
  • It must hurt to know I am your most beautiful regret.
  • You must not have to make them want you. They must want you themselves.
  • The thing worth holding on to would not have let go.
  • When you are broken and he has left you, do not question whether you were enough. The problem was, you were so enough he was not able to carry it.
  • I will not have you build me into your life when what I want is to build a life with you.
  • I don’t want to be friends with you. I want all of you.
  • Accept yourself as you were designed.
  • Losing you was the becoming of myself.
  • The world gives you so much pain and here you are, making gold of it.
  • You must never trade honest for relatability.

To be quite honest, I was a bit disappointed. I guess, maybe because I was in complete awe of the other book, the sun and her flowers that I expected so much more from this. There are some I was able to relate with, but overall, the bookmarks can be counted. (if you know what I mean. But then again, I would still read her books. ❤

PONDER: All of us


We all have shit days every now and then. All of us. No matter how perfect we aspire to be, and no matter how many tings we promised ourselves we would do, sometimes all the things we wanted to achieve just can’t happen in one day and that is perfectly okay. – momentary happiness

 

PONDER: Be your own Hero


These are not my words. It’s something I want to share and keep here so I can read it whenever I need to be reminded.

Don’t stop being who you want to be – who you’re willing to become – just because people have a painting of who you’re mapped out to be. Focus on yourself. Challenge yourself. Become the person you know you can become. Don’t let anyone make decisions for how you’re going to be or where you’ll end up. It’s not their story you’re writing. It’s yours. Let change be your own. Let who you are be a cause for the kind of change you want in your life. You have the ability to make your own choices and the capability to lead your own life.

Be your own change. Be your own savior. And most of all, Be your own Hero.

  • -Braverhope

BOOK: The sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur


GOODREADS: Divided into five chapters and illustrated by Kaur, the sun and her flowers is a journey of wilting, falling, rooting, rising, and blooming. A celebration of love in all its forms.

MY GOD. How can I describe this book? I simply can’t. The only thing I need to recount and share is that I have been bookmarking and highlighting NON-STOP. If I was reading a hard copy, it would be wet with neon markers.

I love 97% of the book. ❤ ❤ ❤

  • You left and I wanted you still yet I deserved someone who was willing to stay
  • It isn’t what we left behind that breaks me. It’s what we could’ve built had we stayed.
  • I could be anything in the world but I wanted to be his.
  • You’re everywhere except right here, and it hurts.
  • If I’m not the love of your life, I’ll be the greatest loss instead.
  • Why is it that when the story ends, we begin to feel all of it.
  • You do not just wake up and become a butterfly.
  • My mother sacrificed her dream so I can dream
  • Never feel guilty for starting again.
  • When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime.
  • I will no longer compare my path to the other.
  • The day you have everything, I hope you remember when you had nothing.
  • How do I love myself enough to know your accomplishments are not my failures.

GAHH. It’s about loss, self love, accepting your flaws, loving yourself, holding yourself accountable for your actions, living life, finding value and everything in between. ❤

MOVIE: MY NAME IS DORIS


Doris has been living with her mom her entire life. And their similarities? they both collect junk because of their good hearted nature (of not wanting to hurt people’s feelings). A lonely accountant who only has 1 friend, whose self esteem is lower than the gut next to the pavement. Things started to change for her when a young handsome man, paid him notice during an elevator encounter — who turned out to be the new boss of their firm. yadda yadda, they ended up being close — and for the lack of  better term, fell in love with this young man. ————————- WHO HAPPENS TO HAVE  GIRLFRIEND.

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So watching sally field is a sore to my eyes, not because of her skills but because of how her character dresses in the movie. She dresses as a hipster – if I may call it such, with lots of ruffles, ribbons, patterns and colors all in one outfit. It’s a sore (especially that I hate ruffles and ribbons)

At the latter part of the movie though, Doris shows us how to love ourselves no matter what. That what we think of ourselves is far more important than how other people see us. Because the only people who should matter, who are valuable, who are true — will always accept you as who you are (all weirdness, all quirkiness, all dorkiness aside) we are. — in private or in public. 

Because these are the kind of people that we should keep close. 

These are the kind of people that we need to cope with life. 

And that we never, ever have to apologize for who we truly are, to anybody. 

BOOK: STARGIRL BY JERRY SPINELLI


And I read the book in two days! You should definitely read this one.

The book celebrates Individuality.

1. She showed up something outrageous. A 1920s dress, An Indian Buckskin, A Kimono, A denim skirt with green stockings, A stockings with enamel ladybug and butterfly, and A floor-brushing skirt.
2. She serenaded someone everyday with a ‘Happy Birthday’ song using her Ukulele.
3. While everyone ran to go inside, Stargirl was out in the field, dancing in the rain.
4. She greeted each and everyone with a smile in the hallways, in the classrooms, even the students she doesn’t know.
5. She doesn’t wear make up.
6. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

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We wanted to define her, to wrap her up as we did each other, but we could not get past ”weird” and ”strange” and ”goofy”. Her ways knocked us off balance.

Why can’t she be like everybody else?
Whose affection do you value more? hers or others?

Of all the unusual features of stargirl, this struck me as the most remarkable. Her bad things did not stick  to her. Our bad things stuck very much to her. If we were hurt, if we were unhappy or otherwise victimized by life, she seemed to know about it, and to care as soon as we did. But bad things falling on her – unkind words, nasty stares and foot blister – she seemed unaware of. I never see her look in the mirror, never heard her complain at all. All of her feelings, all of her attentions flowed outward. She had no ego.

In our minds, we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
We held back. Because she was different. Different. We had no one to compare her to, no one to measure her against. She was unknown territory. Unsafe. We were afraid to get close.
She is us more than we are us. She is, I think who we really are. Or were.
Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.

It was a rebellion she led. A rebellion for rather than against. For ourselves.
The once amorphous student body separate itself into hundreds of individuals.