It Gets Better

There is no better feeling to me than knowing i had leftovers in the fridge and knowing they went missing because of my little brother. The container sits empty and dirty by the sink and there’s not a scrap left. Just this morning he insisted he wasn’t gonna touch it bc i probably poisoned it. He made a face as if there was trash in the container rather than food. I come home later, and the leftovers are gone. My brother is fed. Im content in knowing that I’ll never have a problem of having made too much food. I will just always give it to him. I asked earlier today if he wants waffles for tomorrow morning. “Can you make them with chocolate chips?” He asks, a little polite. “Yeah.” I smile. “I’m also gonna put poison in it. And a bomb.”

love hides in questions, you cannot ask a thing without giving yourself away. how was your day? (i hope it was good) when can i see you again? (i pray it's soon) do you feel safe with me? (i feel safe with you) what is your favorite color? (i wish to enrobe you in all that makes you smile)

in my experience if you're learning a language but you're worried about not pronouncing it right or sounding ridiculous in front of native speakers, I'm here to tell you that most people do not care. they don't care if you have an accent or if your mother tongue is peeking through, because in all honesty, everyone has an accent. it's unfair and frankly unrealistic to expect people to bear no remnants of their native tongue when speaking another. you've spent your entire life speaking your language, interacting with the world in it; your understanding of language is built on your native one and its natural sounds. no one can expect you to entirely shift how your brain processes words and sounds. most native speakers will just appreciate you trying at all. if it's comprehensible, if the gist of what you're saying gets across, then it's good enough. if you're trying, your accent is fine.

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