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But of course, I want you to listen to me– the humanity in my veins. I am not patronizing or whatever, but I want you to be a little kinder to me, if you allow me, to stand in your door, and let my life unfolds with you, in which: this is how I am going to love you, always close to me, and be present in your arms, to throb me with your fear and sorrow, how I delight to comfort you, to give in to the last temptation, the quiet dignity which far greater to our past.
I spent my morning
cataloging dewdrops
as a form of prayer,asking for the wisdom
to learn the name
of each glimmerand the love
to treasure each
delicate truth.
I feel like I am not enough and too much at the same time
(via forgottenfeeelings)
I feel like I am not enough and too much at the same time
(via forgottenfeeelings)
Deep breaths.
I’ve learned
to wash my own
soul, scrubbed
every fine line,
every nook and
cranny until
it was spotless
enough to see
my own reflection
again.
—
It wasn’t
an easy cleanup.
My heart was
in transit,
transient
for years
until you gave in
and gave me
a real home
and a face
and a name.
—
Walls can be
either restricting
or soothing, but
rarely both.
We can have
both.
—
Misfortune is
its own type
of high and
anxiety a
special kind of
ache.
—
Just the
sight of you
is a high
itself. I’ll
be fine.
I will be
just fine.
—
And you’ll be
just a whisper.
Optimism is great
Hope is healthy
Fuck it’s actually torture
Some people never will change
Yet you’ll be up late
Fingers tight in short hair
Stifling the sobs
As they wrack your body in pain
Realizing unconditional love
Flesh and family by blood
Will screw you over everytime
Hurl words of a person you weren’t
Aren’t
An enviroment of toxic gas
You may never be free of
It’s filled space inside you
Fueled gasoline onto therapy fires
Or maybe you’re the stupid one-
They twist and burn you
Leaving you rotted with their vile nature
To believe in it, in the stinging words
Yet maybe one day
One day they’ll accept you
(Yeah right)
Realize their errors
(When hell freezes over)
“Do you ever forget to breathe? Every passing day feels like a repetition of every other day. You’re tired. You think it’s because you might be getting sick or maybe you don’t give your body the proper rest. But the truth is you’re just tired of reality. Your bones feel weak and your mind feels heavy because you want to get out of the expected. You want to fly to the moon and bring a piece of it with you. You want to fly to the sky at night and steal a star to light up your heart when it gets dark. Do you ever forget to breathe because you feel like you’re not really living, and your mind is always being swallowed by fear.”— — Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing
“We are products of our past but we don’t have to be prisoners of it.”
(Source: thelovejournals, via forgottenfeeelings)
