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@amberwavesofslain
You're a wonderful person who has done terrible things.
Betrayal is a whole different kind of hurt.
“Everybody dies, but not everybody lives.”
— unknown - (hatin)
Reason to Live #4994
For feelings of excitement for something you have not thought could be possible. – Guest Submission
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I can understand someone's actions and thoughts and emotions, and still believe them to be wrong. I can understand why you do things and your reasoning, and they can still be abusive.
There is never one truth. It is never black and white. We make things black and white, all or nothing, because it makes us feel comfortable. It makes us feel good to identify the good guy and the bad guy. Many times, each party is the good guy AND the bad guy.
You can be strong and fragile. You can be hopeless and still have faith. You know your worth and still hate the person you see in the mirror. You can pray to a God you don't believe in to strike you down and still have faith that things will get better.
You can be all of those things. I am all of those things.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am seven
and my reply is
pink
because i am a girl
and pink
is a princess color.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am ten
and i like
green
because a boy told me that pink
is lame and girly.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am thirteen
and i tell them
purple
it is unique and spunky
like i want to be.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am seventeen
and i just say
red
i do not say
it is bright and angry at the world
as i am
i cannot form the words to express
all of my frustrations
so i paint my lips with
rage.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am twenty
and it’s pink
i remember the joy
of being a child
i reclaim the freedom
of femininity
because i cannot remember
what my shoulders felt like
before the depression
hung from them.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am twenty-six
and my answer is
brown
it confuses most people
they don’t see it
they may think of dirt
and dust
and dead things
but it is coffee with friends
and the chocolate chip cookies
my mom used to make.
it is my hair
and my eyes
amber and gold
in the sun
and i love myself
again
“I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice”
— unknown (via hatin)
Indigo aka Biljana aka Indig0 (Serbian, b. Serbia) - Shadow Work, 2018, Mixed Media
Adrian Arleo
reasons.
when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”
and ashbery said “accept yourself as numerous”
and when mahmoud darwish said “I am besieged by contradiction” and when lewis carroll said “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then”