Writing
Anyone Can pick up A pen and write Not too many Can make you feel.
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Writing
Anyone Can pick up A pen and write Not too many Can make you feel.
Privacy
Let me have A piece of myself For myself Let me have My skin My hair My style My smile My eyes Just let me live Let me be.
When someone does something wrong, don’t forget all the things they did right.
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
I am going to marry somebody that makes me feel like a poem.
Lee Smith (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Or a love song. I’ll take either one.
this is important
Warning signs of depression (generally) in order of appearance
Oh no.
well shit
Also guilt, shame, and self-loathing! You find yourself unable to do the things you want or even the things you need to do and you feel like a terrible person, it’s real fun
silence is the most powerful scream.
via @oyerooh (via wizdomly)
Houses
I’m sorry you invited me in And when I arrived Forgot to tell me You never cared. The funny thing About houses There are doors That can be locked So no one is able to get inside. -B.Catrice
What is a house? A house is our body, our temple, our hearts. Guard them at all costs.
to love and lose and still be kind.
Warsan Shire (via kushandwizdom)
Scars
He felt beautiful things Should be conquered His selfishness wanted to own Every part of her she obliged Until she lost the very things That made her unique Her wild resilience Her fiery spirit she became unrecognizable She resented him Why couldn’t he have left her Untouched If he had no intentions of being delicate With her heart Why enter her life at all? Was temporary pleasure Worth the scars he left behind?
Solo
She remembers the magic Of being embraced To know someone like the back Of your hand Inhale their scent and feel at ease To forget your heartbeat is your own That your body belongs to you alone She feels liberated to claim her own skin Her dreams are not to be shared She doesn’t miss belonging to anyone Or being responsible for another heart She enjoys the beauty of being alone.
Running
If I’m not the deciding factor Don’t put me in the running It feels like we’re both running From what we could be Is forever that scary Or is it just me You think I can’t see her Knowing it’s not just me Can’t hide my surprise But also can’t lie to myself The way you make me feel Is like no one else Still I don’t want to see you With anyone else If I’m just an option We were never meant to be Because while you’re picking And choosing I could be the answer If you allowed me to be.-B.Catrice