“Learn the difference between a man who flatters you and a man who compliments you. A man who spends money on you and a man who invests in you. A man who views you as property and a man who views you properly. A man who lusts after you and a man who loves you.”
—(via ryannxp)
June 2013
21 posts
I will eat the prettiest flowers
and drink only rose water
I will snack on dandelions
and count the calories
They say you are
what you eat
I just want to be
beautiful for once
“Do you like me?”
No answer.
Silence bounced, fell off his tongue
and sat between us
and clogged my throat.
It slaughtered my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
I did not beg,
but blackness filled my ears,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.” —Anne Sexton, Lessons In Hunger (via violentwavesofemotion)
No answer.
Silence bounced, fell off his tongue
and sat between us
and clogged my throat.
It slaughtered my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
I did not beg,
but blackness filled my ears,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.” —Anne Sexton, Lessons In Hunger (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I would rather be with you.”
—6-Word Story, #77 (via ryannxp)
“Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.” —Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies” (via larmoyante)
and repeat after me with your heart:
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.” —Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies” (via larmoyante)
“Darling, I hate to tell you that I woke up wanting to die.
And an hour later nothing has changed. There’s a heaviness inside of me that won’t leave, and it’s dragging me back to the dark places I’ve seen before.
Sometimes my chest feels so tight I think there must be air, building up, soon there will be too much and I’ll pop, and everyone will talk about the tragic accident I became.
I woke up this morning with knots in my stomach and a heavy head, along with the feeling that it doesn’t matter that I woke at all.
I wish to go back to sleep, only this time, to stay that way.” —(via bluebirdsonawire)
And an hour later nothing has changed. There’s a heaviness inside of me that won’t leave, and it’s dragging me back to the dark places I’ve seen before.
Sometimes my chest feels so tight I think there must be air, building up, soon there will be too much and I’ll pop, and everyone will talk about the tragic accident I became.
I woke up this morning with knots in my stomach and a heavy head, along with the feeling that it doesn’t matter that I woke at all.
I wish to go back to sleep, only this time, to stay that way.” —(via bluebirdsonawire)
The solitude at 3 am is a lingering reminder that I am still broken.
I am the way I am because, because I never want to make people feel the way I felt these past few years.
Tell me,
how often do you
tell someone
you love them
and then change
your mind
a couple of years
later?
Tell me,
how often do you
speak to someone
and promise them
and then
break it
without realizing it?Tell me,
how often do you
kiss yourself
good night
and think of
how empty
your heart is?Tell me,
how often?
Because you
do not love
easily
and you do not
know how
heavy words
can be.So,
tell me,
how often?
“Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
—(via vlha)
I don’t know what’s more daunting, complete darkness or an empty silence.
“There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand without you even speaking a word.”
—Yasmin Mogahed (via excrutiate)
“One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way. As someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in this world.”
—Susane Colasanti, So Much Closer (via gotobedtwentythree)
“When it’s important enough, you speak up. You tell people what you need, you show them who you are, you expose yourself, you ask. And you do this knowing there are consequences, there’s collateral damage but you’ve chosen this. So you can’t feel guilty about this. You just can’t.”
—Emily Owens, M.D. (via lostinthesounds)
The day I tucked my umbrella away, the rain came.
It didn’t even bother to sprinkle, it poured. Like comets, the raindrops crashed down onto my skin. And I found myself shaking my head once more, wondering when the rain will ever stop.
But I kind of laugh a little.
It’s funny to find myself in the same exact position. Lying in bed and not knowing what the hell to do with myself. I am so tired of this. And then I get up and start to feel just the slightest ounce of motivation, then I fall back into a slumber dwelling on all that’s happening around me. It’s a never ending.. thing. Like, why.
i’m just glad that I’m only like this when I’m alone.
I crave you
in the most
innocent form
for I crave to say
good night
and give you
forehead kisses
and to say
that I adore you
when you feel
at your worst.I crave you
in ways
where I just
want to be
next to you
and nothing
more or less.
