[twloha]

I assure you, I am not put together at all. Nor am I broken. I am recovering - finding the beautiful in the ugly and stitching it into my life.

Rachel Wolchin (via twloha)

[alexandria-viescas]

heaven tries to wake you, peeping through your blinds. your eyelids are heavy from last night's conversations. you and your Mind stayed up late in the moonlight, arguing, screaming, fighting in frustration. drunk on the tears that drowned you to sleep only just a couple of hours ago. before you know it your tiny feet have already hit the freezing floor. the smell of coffee brewing willingly pulls you in for a cup. and the steam is drawing pictures, a key to your deepest thoughts Vibrations and phone calls screaming. right on time, interrupting this battle with yourself. their witty and teasing statements, entice you to join in on the fun. there are only remains of your coffee, you know your friends won't keep silent. I think you are over the silence. for little do they know, they are the best distraction from yourself that you got. - a. viescas #poetry #mypoetry #onlygoodvibes

[twloha]

“I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever known.

Chuck Palahniuk (via twloha)

[unicornandturtles]

[the-fashion-fantasy]

fashion / hipster / grunge

[fuck-war]

[tattoosga]

tattoos -

[sweetsociopaths-blog]

[psych-facts]

You don’t need anyone’s affection or approval in order to be good enough. When someone rejects or abandons or judges you, it isn’t actually about you. It’s about them and their own insecurities, limitations, and needs, and you don’t have to internalize that. Your worth isn’t contingent upon other people’s acceptance of you — it’s something inherent. You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.

Daniell Koepke (via psych-facts)

[alexandria-viescas]

Some people say your heart is too soft for this cold wretched world, But to me it's the blooming hope we are all often too blind to see..- Alexandria #tuesdays #morningpoetry #poetry #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #hope (at UTEP - The University of Texas at El Paso)

[alexandria-viescas]

the morning becomes so routine The bitter coffee burning your tongue The road rage, the traffic, almost always running late The days are repetitive and the nights are like a shadow, a blur, almost all the same. A lonely girl walks into a bar.. And judgmental eyes are set on her being. She's looking for something different, hoping to be stolen from the scene and become the twinkling star she would admire in her dreams. But it always starts with a lost boy claiming to be a man, Buying her two shots In hopes that's he has a shot with her in bed. She's so excited, the tequila is kicking in. Spinning and colliding Giggling and squealing to the same song that always seems to play at 12:53. But this kind of happiness is fleeting And at this point the alcohol tastes all the same. The walk to his car becomes long and scary.. Ditches him, making a scene, calls a taxi Looks at the sky through a backseat window, And she can't find a star tonight. Wakes up to the smell of bitter coffee and here they all go again.- alexandria #instapoet #poetry #morningpoetry #routine #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #wednesdaymorning

[alexandria-viescas]

Cooped up, complacent Wrapped up in soft plush blankets Hiding yourself with good souls Souls who love you whole This safe and sound gettup, Shrinks you, fragile Becomes routine so you don’t break Contentment is making you numb And you don’t even know it… You stop growing This person you have grown into Ashamed of, frustrated with You’re making her leave You’re making her gone. When did home ever feel so wrong? Leave, get up, feel Open this heavy wooden door Grab the chilled steel knob Turn and then pull Feel the crisp wind hit your soft tainted skin Step out into the cold Lift your face up to white glittered sky Let it sting your face Let your hands shake, Let yourself feel Vulnerability breaks you, Shakes you, Drives you mad Almost kills you, Makes you feel Kindles and then it’s stirring The tears don’t freeze, Because they wont always be there, Though we think they’ll always be there. Never everlasting traces on your cheek Washed away, then gone You can’t always stay warm You have to be buried under the snow Cold, freezing, To see if you can get up Are you brave enough to feel? Will you let yourself feel? Let the cold then strike you, Fight it. See how far you have come.. #vulnerable #snow #feel #selflove #poetry #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram (at El Paso, Texas)

[jake-inlove]

Find joy in everything you choose to do. Every job, relationship, home… it’s your responsibility to love it, or change it.

Chuck Palahniuk (via buildinlove)

[twloha]

To Whom It May Concern:

“I didn’t love 2015. It felt like a wash. It felt like too much to drink on too many nights. It felt full of fear. It felt categorized and paralyzed by that fear. And disillusionment. And atrophy. It felt like foggy mirrors and frosted windows. It felt like too many fights with my wife, too little trust in my heart that she’d love me if I was who I am. Too much of trying to make people like me like me love me love me. Too much of a twitch for validation. Too many thoughts on giving up. Too scary close to coming back to the places that make death more enticing than life.

I know that a ball drop isn’t salvation, but I also know that I don’t want to stay in these places. And I know that it does drop. And I know it drops with other people who are living and dying at the same time, but we’re alive.

I want to dance with you.”

- Levi Macallister, “To Whom It May Concern” 

[alexandria-viescas]

I want to rewind the vhs Push play, Beg my parents to stay the night with you Be thrown in the back of a Toyota, squished 'cause there's no choice but to be stuck together Beg your mom to blast the music louder Get stuck doing talent shows Fall asleep on the same bed, Your knees piercing my back, Someone's stinky feet in your face Our parents still drinking No last calls here, 'cause we were together Spice girls blaring "I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want" And the boys change the station to Eminem But it doesn't matter, because I really really want this forever Push fast forward The camping and late nights intoxicated Circle of death revealing really no shame Talking shit, sitting in corners, dancing until the next one curses "You kissed who?!" "Never have I ever" Never have I ever wanted this anymore than now We can do no wrong in each other's eyes Answering late night phone calls, 'Cause you answer at first ring Two of you are wrestling, Breaking walls and laughing Dragging each other out of our comfort zones, Because you almost always never want to come out Drinking family size wine bottles on thanksgiving, not even sharing Having keys to my house, "You don't even live here!!!" And you drive away and I'm already missing you Bickering over bailing, fighting over who sat there first, teasing because someone fell asleep on the toilet The vhs stops and here we are now.. Moving away, graduating, dating, Figuring out ourselves But I don't need a movie to reminisce over the memories we unknowingly created, Because no matter how time passes, I know a new vhs is in the making with you❤️- Alexandria #family #cousins #90s #tbt #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #instapoetry

[alexandria-viescas]

Extreme.

Sometimes what you feel swallows you whole. Wraps you up, squeezes, chokes you until you can barely breathe Makes you only gasp but never gives you enough to scream. So they can't hear you, They can't hear your cries of desperation And no one will come and help you unless they see And I see it, I promise you I see it. I see when joy fills your heart, Lightens every part of your brown eyes reflecting the rays of the sun when it is just about to set Giving you a glow, turning heads left and right Letting a smile grow on your face and not a normal smile; Mixed with giggles, laughter, and oh so contagious. The tears streaming down your face are happy ones.  Because when I see you happy, you're the happiest.  But I also see when sorrow fills the voids in your heart too... Looking at your eyes is almost impossible because you hold head down from all the heaviness you carry. Makes your body look smaller, frail, I want to hold you but be gentle to not break you. Only chagrins show on your face or tight lips unwilling to open up, guarding what you're feeling.  The tears are never ending and come in big scary waves, drowning you Because when you're sad it's so scary because you are at your saddest And when you’re angry I lose you.. Your heart is hardened like dry cement.  Your eyes have a piercing look that pushes the ones who don't understand away. Your body is tense and you're so damn reckless Letting it control you, making the most toxic of decisions for you. Your lips are cracked from the biting... Tears? Drained from the sleepless nights filled with anxieties and nightmares Because when you are angry, you are not you, you lose you. There is never a middle ground with you. Who you are is so extreme, Chemicals only flat line you, And you doing this alone.. Well the outcome unbearable to me. So If you don't know that I not only see you, hear you, acknowledge your every being, now you know. If they walked away, they don’t matter now But the ones who are here now, well know my child that they are here to stay.. To surround you with acceptance, To laugh when you are laughing, to play with your long messy hair when you are crying, to hold you when you are traumatized by what haunts you at the late hours of the night. You are surrounded by love and one day that love will be so contagious you won't be scared to love yourself again. You are so extreme, the love for yourself will be so extreme again, I promise.- Alexandria

[twloha]

Sometimes it’s easy to feel like you’re the only one in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely getting by. That feeling is a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day. Someone or something will find you and make it all okay, because we all need a little help sometimes, someone to help us hear the music in the world, to remind us that it won’t always be this way. That someone is out there, and that someone will find you.

One Tree Hill (via twloha)