"I don’t want to be famous or popular or known for anything other than that i was deep and wise and had a soul that was wildly beautiful, full of mercy and light."
Jen Lemen (via allthingssoulful)
<3
(Source: starthandingoutstars, via allthingssoulful)
littlehereandthere
It occurred to me how when ever I use to come over you would take my jacket. You would take my jacket and hang it up for me in your closet. Such a sweet gesture that I took for granted. You would always try to help me in and out of my coat. its the little things. the smallest things..
oldnews
What you don’t have anything more lively in your life? Same ol story, it must be exhausting. How tiresome I would be if I dragged out things as well. I’m patiently waiting for all the useless noise to die down. Such minor nuisances will pass as long as people just move on. How simple and sweet. I am a dying breed.
biggerpicturebiggerworldbiggerfeelingsbiggerperson
No one else in this world I’d rather be. :) That is the problem with most girls, they don’t know how to love. I’m so lucky. I’d rather be called mean than a slut. I’d rather be real than destroy everything I touch. I’d rather make the people I care about happy then only caring about my own selfish existent. I’d rather be with someone who is up front and honest and not consistently flattering me. Why? Because how do you learn or grow as a person..as a couple? A man could love me..all of me. But being stuck on that doesn’t open your foggy little head. The real women are out in the world. Gaining life long connections and brilliant long lasting memories. True companionship. They are not victims and respect runs deep in their bones. I have lived a rough life that I don’t speak about often for the sheer facts I’ve grown up, survived, learned and moved on. I’ve already have had my time to burden people with it. I don’t let it annihilate me. If it were to..that I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to handle any sort of real emotion. By then of course what makes me think I would succeed with a love-life? Career? A Social life? I wouldn’t. And if I had ..it wouldn’t have been healthy and I’d be lying to myself. Everyday. It’s one thing to lie to someone else, but to lie to yourself..I don’t consider you human. So I’m staying my path because it treats me good..real good. Not looking back because I’ll end up where all the other HELPLESS lost souls are.
realtalk
The truth always comes out in the end. and playing the victim will not only just get old but certainly will not help you run away from your own problems.
"Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me."
Charlotte Brontë (via
seaofwisdom)
(via lajoiedespetiteschoses)
gradually
Day by day gradually you could become more further than a memory. I’d hate to see that day. I just wish you would have stayed. the silence is bound to break.. but should it? Could you resent me from it? What do you think of me? Then? Now? Would I’d want to hear..from you? I know it won’t be easy if I were too..you weren’t known to be sensitive. fighting for you almost defeated me. just this ever present thoughts and emotions are never going to finish. I got to get you out of my system. But serendipity s’ don’t truly fade away do they? Gradually hopefully. I’ll always miss you.
I have begun to appreciate the beauty of becoming accustomed to the sole beat of my own heavy heart, while finally muting the intoxicating beat of yours.
gut
If and when I let my intuition take over..its spot on. Did you ease drop on me today? What did you hear? Bad? Good? Or am I just being a girl and letting my lonely imagination run.. perhaps. What I’m accustom to when it comes to you however makes me worry. Everything could get twisted. Its best not to mess..I’ll try my best to not stress.