Sunspot

Slow down

[chrissyee27]

I am tired. Tired of never being enough. I have lived that way all my life. I have never felt satisfied or happy with just me.

It’s sad. Maybe it’s my fault...like everything else seems to be. Or maybe it’s this stupid world. I don’t know. But I am tired just the same.

[thelovejournals]

“They start missing you when they fail to replace you.”

— Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)

[chrissyee27]

So damn true

[chrissyee27]

Just time

Time

Time allows you to imagine

Other things

Not sleeping

Watching the minutes

Slowly

Go

By

Turns your mind into the great novel

All The Shitty Possibilities

I used to have a partner

Someone I could (mostly)

Talk to

Someone who would (mostly)

Calm

Me

Down

No all I have is that voice of self doubt

And I have hate (mostly)

Hate for choices

Hate for certain people

Hate for all the ways in which things

Shoulda

Coulda

Woulda

Been

Hate for all the ways things are

I have Fear

Boundless

Huge

Eating at my soul

Fear

Time

has not given me hope

Time

has just made me more

More

Me

[chrissyee27]

One day

You will fly away from me

And you will probably never come back

[wnq-writers]

I think one of the most important things I’ve learned this year is about love. 1. You can’t always control who you love. Sometimes, you’re going to love someone even though they don’t love you back. The worst part about that is even though you don’t want to love that person, you still do, and nothing can stop that. The best part, though, is getting to figure out who loves you back. 2. At other times, you’re going to choose to love someone. This is the true kind of love, the kind that matters. There’s going to be days where you’re going to have to look at their present self and not their past, and you’re going to have to choose to love them, even with their past. Those are the days when you could walk away at any time you choose to, but instead, you decide to stay and love that person. Because love isn’t supposed to be something that you can’t control, though it can be. Love is supposed to be a choice, an action. If you’re loving without a reason, at any given point, you can stop loving that person. 3. There will be times when love seems like a cruel thing. After a heartbreak. When a family splits up. While someone you love is in pain and you can’t help them. All of that hurts, and you’re thinking, “If only I didn’t love them, I wouldn’t be so hurt.” Well, one thing you learn is that love is worth it. For every pain and sacrifice, there will be two moments on joy to make up for it. It may not happen right now, but believe me. Love is worth everything. 4. The last thing I learned is that the first step to knowing how to love anyone is loving yourself. Not a conceited, arrogant love. That isn’t how you’d love someone else. You love yourself by accepting that you make mistakes, that you’re not perfect. and by forgiving yourself. You accept your flaws, but by doing that, you accept your strengths. When you can love yourself, you can surely love someone else. It’s the hardest thing to do sometimes, but then again, it’s worth it.

dream-poet349,  writing prompt #73: Write about the lessons you learned this year. (via wnq-writers)

[katie-archive]

                     TIME MAGAZINE’S PERSON OF THE YEAR 2017:                                        THE SILENCE BREAKERS

Time has announced that their choice for 2017′s Person Of The Year is The Silence Breakers - a collective term for all the people who spoke out about sexual harassment this year, creating a culture that aims to encourage victims to speak up, free of shame, and hold perpetrators accountable for their actions, regardless of their power. Better still, though the piece itself is diverse in its portrayal of victims of different gender identities and races, and of different socio-economic statuses, the article takes cognisance of the gendered nature of sexual harassment - in that women are disproportionately victims of sexual harassment at the hands of men - by being conceived, reported, and written entirely by women. From fact-checking, to video-editing, to designing the layout and photo spread, everything about this article was created by women.

[chrissyee27]

Aaron

I dreamt that I woke up late The alarm didn't go off The lights in the bathroom didnt work I went downstairs There you were sitting on the step Alive In your scrubs Putting on the shoes you just bought I told you about the light You complained about me not making you breakfast I apologized You said you were late You kissed my forehead I woke up in shock You are still gone No more forehead kisses Or trivial discussions Of lightbulbs and breakfast No more new shoes or scrubs No more you I cried til the sun rose

[chrissyee27]

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[chrissyee27]

I have never felt so embarassed to be an American. EVER

[chrissyee27]

Bitchin' Camaro

[chrissyee27]

My Travel Wish List

In The States

Alaska North and South Dakota Louisiana New York Massachusetts Maine Vermont

Outside the U.S.

Ireland Greece Norway Finland Turkey New Zealand Japan

[chrissyee27]

Locked up memory

I want so badly to bury my face in your smell To kiss your neck and cheek and mouth I want to get lost in your skin And to inhale your breath as my own I want so deeply to feel your hand in mine To press my thigh against your's I want to run my hands through your hair And to look into your eyes when you smile But you linger as a memory currently One I know not, if I will experience fully ever again So as I have so many times in the past I lock away those times As my own -ce

[chrissyee27]

Maybe I miss something I have never had I think I will find it around the corner but it's never there I see a look on his face and think "that's it" "that's the thing" but it never is, it always goes away I remember how they all looked at me like that At one point or another I remember their eyes borring deep into me and I think for a second it's forever but it never is I want your kiss back and your love I want the way you held me and touched me I don't ever want it from someone else again Because it won't be the same They won't be the same No one can be you I am still so mad at you. I will always be. You left me undone But without your death I wouldn't be this now And now the promise of myself can unfurl like it was meant to years ago I am just not perfect. I am scarred and marred and poxed and reddened But I am redeemed And I don't need to miss shit because I am all I need -ce

[chrissyee27]

8 months

It's been 8 months now. 8 months of heaven and hell. 8 months of the greatest duality that has ever existed in my life. I am free but I am not I have constant pain deep in me And regret And remorse And fear And love And joy And bewilderment And loss And gain But I have hope I have the belief that it will be better That it is better That you are better Wherever you are Whatever form you have taken I have the belief that I am now who I am supposed to be That is such an amazing feeling On the coat tails of despair I have been able to discover the hidden woman that is me And so I ride on. Unsure. Unsafe. But yet aware. You may be gone. Gone from here, from this mortal plane. But you still are there somewhere, existing. I can never truly escape your watch, your dutiful glare. Your judgement over me is still omni present, as it will be I am sure until I too am at a different level. Hopefully one that is not with you No offense but I need some space -ce

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