There are people that are just too kind, sweet, and generous that do not deserve the bullshit that other people may offer. It’s just not fair — I deem it completely incontrovertible that the fact of how some of the most wonderful people Endure the most dumbfuckery.
And within lives a monster of regretful damnation, where I have placed words and actions so unaccordingly without much thought beforehand. And it’s this monster that is slowly — Eating me alive. Killing me.
Replace the fear of the unknown, with curiosity.
I won’t be afraid to let myself envelop with you, if you won’t be afraid to let me in. It always comes to the point where doubt is within the atmosphere — where fears of the possibilities and outcomes may collide with our own paranoia. It’s something that we should set aside. I’m scared to fall — but I’m willing to risk it if I know that it’s worth...
One thing I cannot stand; Ungratefulness. I’m not going to even fucking deal with ingrates because I cannot even begin to fathom how much people that are so unappreciative piss me off. My goodness.
erikbang: Missing You : Trey Songz
On the notion of a “self”:
Why do we do this? I like to think of these confabulations as necessary half-truths to preserve the unity of the self. At any given moment, our mind is overstuffed with disparate sensations and fleeting thoughts; our different hemispheres want different things and distinct blobs of brain pump out distinct emotions. Why, then, do we feel like a unified person? Why do I feel like “Jonah” and...
gabforelle: Clearly, you’ve em(phas)iz(e)d your mortal mind’s lies, combining ties with (calm)(it)(meant), commitment. Meant to be at ease, at rest, arrest. Calm. Although, you’ve confused infatuation with adoration, Intrigue and that “I like-like you” type limitation, There’s insight in hesitation, enlightenment in motivation And yet, you know no calm strolls in your [re]creation. Blank...
Dear Females, When you’re “talking” to a boy that has a history in promiscuity and scandalous flirtatiousness, don’t fall for his sweet nothings. You’re just another number to him. Sincerely, Dan.
ijustd0i: Moving on doesn’t always mean you’re over it. It means accepting the circumstances and moving forward, knowing it’ll be okay one day.
If you lose feelings for me,
just end it right then and there. I’d rather not waste my time.
I want to open my eyes in the morning, and find a smile that warms my heart — because if I see you, I’ll already have a reason to wake up and enjoy the sun’s rays. As it bounces off our skin, and illuminates your smile that makes me feel so secure.
poeticinfamy: Why do you say goodbye at the end of a conversation? I much prefer not uttering such full stops, and instead believe that every time we meet, and we hinder on our paths to collaborate our thoughts, its the same conversation, drawn in and out like breaths, but never really ended. This is beautiful.
Excuse this rhyming disruption Because I have been infused with lyrical eruption; I have been entangled with the powers Of alcohol and weed and I have had the taste Of what it feels like to be freed. I have seen shit that other people would tear their own eyes out — if they saw. I have eroded my own emotions and kept my thoughts raw. I write metaphors and similes Of prospects that speak of...
And I always find myself being the one forgotten, living within the shadows of an afterthought. I can’t find it within myself to believe that I have some kind of “self-worth”, importance, or significance for my own very existence when it feels as if no one sees me. I’m invisible.
poeticinfamy: I crawl into bed with every little ‘what if’ and ‘maybe’, that has found its home where you should be.
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You should appreciate what you have, before it...
There is a difference between “confidence” and “pride”. To have confidence, is to have strength within yourself. To have pride, is to have foolish representation of a braggadocio. Braggadocio - noun; To have pride that suggests insecurity.
I am not saying this out of uppity pride, but in contrast of simply being “aware.” I have been told that with “more experience” — comes “more respect.” That is why you should always respect those that may be older than you, in example your parents, grandparents, and etc. But I’ve come to knowledge that I retain and process experiences within my own...
I wish I had the ability to captivate your heart, with one single glance from my eyes — when you find yourself lost in an ocean of gleaming pupils; a deep abyss of different dreams and opportunities you have in store with me, if you find yourself enraptured within My eyes.
We were placed on this Earth to leave imprints on each other’s lives. I do stand firmly with this — because we all have to leave some kind of impact on other people within our lives, paths entangled and crossed, leaving footprints big or small. It’s a gift to live and have the ability to touch someone else’s heart.
There’s a lot of people that have meant at least “something” to me, whether gargantuan or minuscule, but whenever they leave — There’s this void. It’s like after they walk out that door, there’s a missing piece of myself; a puzzle left unsolvable because of a piece that’s no longer there. Yeah, you mean’t a lot to me. But I suppose these...
Your sexual orientation or preference does not determine you as a person, nor does it define you as a whole. It’s only a simple detail. I don’t know how to stress that enough.
Every potential interest I have encountered, has been nothing more than failed attempts of creating some kind of genuine connection or relationship. The “flirtatiousness” and “talking” commences at first, but then it slowly depleted into nothing. Because it turns out that “He’s just not that into me.” In the end, I’ve been dropped for a multitude...
I must learn how to be adamant, and I must learn how to stand with obduracy. Because I put so many people in front of me, that I begin to lose myself in the process. The inclination of caring for someone else’s happiness, without much regard of my own happiness, is my own self-inflicted punishment. I must learn how to swallow other people’s sorrow, and commit with myself, and only...
I want us to lose each other, in each other’s eyes. Find things we never knew about each other, reach into the depths of secretive places left interlocked, and untouched. Open hearts, and secrets unsealed — Innermost feelings have been revealed. I want to feel your entity intertwine with mine, your being entangle with mine — much like our fingers. I want to lose myself when...
I don’t necessarily “need” you in my life, but shit would be better if you were in it.
The more I contemplate on mundane concepts, the more my heart sinks into depressive realism. I simply wish I was more hopeful for myself, and others. But there are times where I find “hope” futile — because I can feel the spirit within me eroding, disappearing and floating above with apparitions, guiding it’s way towards the celestial heavens where the stars gleam with...
Do not love out of pity nor obligation. Love can only be unconditional; and you can only love using one attribute — Love out of admiration, not desperation.
Secrets - Maroon 5
heavywords: How do I even begin to explain to others the importance of your existence to me? The capacity of your presence in my life is so incomprehensible and yet I ineffectively search for a viable definition. My hand tries to record my mind’s journey toward the destination where clarity may lay. What I find is a page filled with nightmarish curlicues with no sentence finished and no mental...
You once had my heart, but you took advantage of it. You had me, but you threw me away as if I was garbage. My heart is not disposable.
And it’s just that one fucking thought that eats me alive. “Not good enough.”
One can endure so much until this “numbness” begins to set in place — as if impassive invulnerability from the things that should sting, do not. You lose things that mean precious to you — even yourself some times. You hurt. You hurt some more. And it just seems as if all of these begin to accumulate until you feel — nothing; an indifference towards everything....
Maybe — I just was not meant to have certain compatibilities with specific individuals. It’s just that my own endeavors in pushing in some kind of genuine relationships with some people, are futile. I try so hard to make them special to me — even though they frequently do not care of my existence. I’m tired of being — an “After-thought”… And...
don’t turn back - colby o’donis
Saying “good night” isn’t a formality. It’s just an expressive way of saying — “I remember you in my last minute of the day.”
The idea of a “heaven” or “hell” is what sets the human mind into place — giving some kind of spiritual enlightenment, in my opinion. Without having an afterlife, the human spirit would wither with the fact of death — and it’s conceptual meaning wouldn’t have depth, but to simply rot in the soil with no spiritual grounds whatsoever. Faith...
I’m willing to pay a price, Something for you — I shall sacrifice A part of my entity; soul I shall compensate, When I am assured that you and I — Are fate.
You left me, two legacies
“You left me, sweet, two legacies — A legacy of love, A heavenly father would content, Had he offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.” - Emily Dickinson
The smoggy atmosphere suffocates me — and I simply wish to clear the air. From the ties of restlessness and despair, But I know that I, alone, cannot repair Because even if I tried, and even if I dare, There’s a part of me that knows That you wouldn’t care.