"Being tender and open is beautiful. I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep…feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love."
I put my hair down today because
You said that was your favorite way I wore it like
The strands were dancing slivers of sunshine that roll across your face when I kiss your neck
But you didn’t notice because
I have not been
On top of you enough or
Underneath you every night and you really only noticed the way I wore my hair
When I was down on my knees
Making you a king.
I will take care of the wounds on your heart but I cannot heal the scar tissue in your mind that makes it okay for you to take your queen and make it as if she is the filthy temptress in the night who cannot tempt the way every good whore knows how.
How much does seduction matter when you’re alone at night with a heart that you broke when you ripped it out of your chest to try and strangle your demons to death?
Maybe you should try getting on your knees.
I did it! My knees are shot but we made it and it was awesome!!
Brb, gotta go run the spartan race.
Wish me luck!
I’m running the Miami Super Spartan race with one of my friends today. Hopefully my knee will hold up. It’s really gross out today too, but we’ll survive!
I’ll make sure to post some pictures of the aftermath, apparently it’s going to look like I simply dipped my clothes into mud after this.
Let the fun begin!
Anonymous asked: Why are you so amazing! It's like the world makes sense when I listen to you, like there's no troubles anymore.
Well! Dear anon, I’m glad my work affects someone that way!! You made my day :)
We lead ourselves
Love ourselves and
Etch artwork into our skin
That is supposed to remind us of when we were happy
But we don’t know ourselves
In the pursuit of ourselves
And we either believe in ourselves
Or believe in something else.
We look at ourselves with disgust but
Tell everyone how we really are the best (we promise)
And we kick ourselves
And kill ourselves and
Wash ourselves of our filth we attained when we thought we knew what we were doing.
Look at us.
My skin is red
Burning under the sunlight while I fall underneath the lines of happiness
My pulse is upset
It fashions itself after the weight of all the unspoken words I hold on my tongue
The ones that make it all the way up to my irises so that my focus is nothing but a blurred vision of the past and a shaky tightrope walk to tomorrow.
Like the red of the alarm clock, my blood fights its way out of my cracked fingertips
As I stand outside of your doorway, gripping roses riddled with thorns and an apology I wear on my forehead.
When Forgiveness is merely eleven letters with a meaning that leaves love out in the pouring rain, it’s clear who holds the thorns, but not who holds the truth.
I’ve tied myself to the nearest torture stake and waited for you to remember what it feels like to be human.
Some things aren’t worth fighting for.
"The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away."
All things new
I Hate that I keep hearing my name come up in conversations. If you want me out of your lives…stop talking about me. Just let it be. If you want me to not be around, don’t bring me up.This hurts enough as it is.
I’m trying to mend my life, and the people who want to be in it, are. And I’m beginning to stop relying on others for my happiness and instead create it myself and let the people around me complement it, looking fantastic around it. Of course I’m not happy about the things that have happened and some things I wish I could take back, but these things did happen. And I’m becoming a stronger person.
I can finally look at myself in the mirror and feel beautiful. I can finally say I’m working towards a better me. A better life. And my goodness, life is truly beautiful. It’s a shame I don’t have the ones I’d love to have close to me, but some people cannot forgive or forget. I’ve beaten myself up about these things so badly before I decided I need to get up and do something about my life and myself.
And wow, what a difference attitude makes.
I’m actually happy. Of course there is that underlying sadness and longing for the ones I love, but I look around me and there is SO much I have to be thankful for. I’m still changing, every day I take steps towards trying to better myself. And I’ll cherish the memories I have like they are my life force.
But I’m not going to drown. And today is a beautiful day…you won’t catch me frowning :)
I think this is what I needed to happen for me to finally grow up.
"I taste the good and bad in you and want them both."
Take the necessary leaps to move forward with life, no matter how tough it is. When you jump, you never know what you’ll become.