Alive_And_Misunderstood

“Question! Should you die for me? That’s too easy. Would you… Would you live for me? Hmm? Careful do not say this oath thoughtlessly! Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes power. You want this?"

[cyanidefrnk-blog]

[dogboyism]

[aliveandmisunderstood]

The one thing in life that is impossible to get back is time. I wasted too much of it on you. I refuse to waste anything on you anymore including;

1.my tears

2.my heart

my thoughts, goodbyes, and my time. That was my last goodbye to you. So on YOUR list  of thing you can never get back it should include

[aliveandmisunderstood]

Six words will tell my story

His eyes made be feel beautiful Young and naive I fell fast

[aliveandmisunderstood]

Perfection is not perfection at all

He was perfect Everything about him was The way he talked Walked Spoke Kissed.

[aliveandmisunderstood]

she

she always lived life by the book

wanting so desperately to jump off the page

she stayed right their in the margin 

able to see the life she wanted sometimes even feel it

but always in the life expected of her.

[emotionalwords]

[rrritalinrat]

i hate this body and i hate my brain and i hate my fucking face and everything about myself

[thegoodvybe]

[helpingg]

[wordsnquotes]

“… That’s what a map is, you know. Just a memory. Just a wish to go back home—someday, somehow. …”

— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making  |  @wordsnquotes

[wordsnquotes]

“If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.” She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried. And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.” But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it. I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away. You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. “Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”

— Sarah Kay | @wordsnquotes

[aliveandmisunderstood]

I could never hate you

I loved you too much

For that to be possible

But I hate good memories

I hate seeing our photos

I hate thinking about you

I hate that I miss you

I hate your lips and you smile

I hate that I ever loved you

Most of all I hate that I could never hate you

[aliveandmisunderstood]

Drowning.

The sounds of the other side

clear as day

But my screams are muffled

Blurred faces look down at me

seeing nothing

I’m flailing my arms

but they just see ocean ripples

Little do they know I’m 5 feet away

Drowning in front of them.

[aliveandmisunderstood]

I lay alone in bed crying

Wishing you were here to hold me

But I know that if I text you and tell you

You’ll tell your friends how I cry out for attention

So I lay here and cry harder knowing I’ll never find comfort

[polskaswitaus-deactivated201908]

Leshy, Poland

/ via.  SlavicPoland/Slowianska Polska (facebook)

[rosemarywaterwitch]

Ok if I’d see this in the woods you’d see me RUUUUUNNING

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