Happy to see most of my 2017 Top Spotify Songs have nothing to do with you.
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Happy to see most of my 2017 Top Spotify Songs have nothing to do with you.
Not Anymore
Iâve got hips enough to bare a village
And brains enough to engineer a bridge
Iâve got moves enough to clear a dance floor
And a heart that couldnât love more
I put myself down
Even though I made a new life
In a brand new town.
Iâm proud of all the choices Iâve made
And yet I let other people cause that opinion
To be swayed
The truth is
Iâm made of integrity
Anger and empathy
But I let my insecurities get the best of me
If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
Mik Everett (via wordsnquotes)
I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.
John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via wordsnquotes)
Seat 102
I can feel myself slipping away
I can smell your temptation
As if it were my own perfume
Sweet and strong
I try to conceal my staggered breath
But youâve already noticed
It feels tense
Inevitable.
Youâre different compared to him
Kind and close
Strong and confident
Good.
I no longer try
I feel like you donât want me
And you have given me
Zero evidence to the contrary.
You think Iâm crazy
Maybe mad because you never came
But Iâm only mad because you never called
Because you never asked
Because you never tried
And now I fucking hate you
I miss you
But I hate you
And by the way
It was Hourglass by Catfish and The Bottlemen
You donât deserve to know that
But I donât deserve to be tortured by it anymore
The right guy calls
A good roommate cleans
A best friend tries
And a dog listens.
Thatâs it.
I hate you for making me hate you.
And I think itâs a shame. Not that you didnât want me. But that you never even tried. You never asked me what I like to do on Monday nights when Iâm home alone, or what kind of music makes me sad. You donât know what my passions are, who I keep close, or how I feel about the ocean. And who knowsâmaybe, if you had learned those things, you still wouldnât have wanted me. But who knowsâmaybe you would have.
d.e.m. // 8.31.17 (via daniellemanahan)
When people say you are âwise beyond your yearsâ they really do not understand that it also means being âtired beyond your years.â
marwanoush, tax of wisdom (via wnq-writers)
When you realize that someone doesnât like you, donât dwell on it. You do not need everyone to like you. Anyone who feels they need to be liked by everyone likely doesnât realize how exhausting this would be if it were to actually happen. Be thankful that there are those who want to ignore you. There is only one you. Charge admission.
Nick Burd,The Letter Q: Queer Writersâ Notes to their Younger Selves (via wordsnquotes)
the getting to know someone phase can become draining. instead of being an exhilarating experience that you take in, absorb someoneâs essence, and the world they encompass, it becomes this chore of emotions. this chore of trying to understand someoneâs strengths and flaws. this chore of trying to understand why someone reacts to lifeâs music the way they do. this chore of trying to find common ground in all of the differences you may share. the beauty of understanding someoneâs mind fades away, and all the exhaustion from energy spent in past connections kicks in. imagine spending years building with someone, only for them to stop one day on your journey together, and say they canât carry on? imagine investing so much energy into something you find out was only half requited, some months later? no one ever wants to pour their heart and soul into something, and receive the same results. getting to know someone shouldnât feel laborious, or feel like work - it should flow. the getting to know someone phase can become draining, and this is why itâs important to take some time away from getting to know people, and spend more time getting to know yourself again.
iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)
After You
My biggest challenge when it comes to you was understanding why. Why you were always gone Why you were in my life Why I ever tried to love a man who doesn't even exist a blip on a fake map a sudden flash on a cracked screen an occasional voice in a desperate ear The easiest part is pretending you never happened Pretending you were never mine because you never were my friends never saw you but...neither did I And I am not grateful for any lessons learned And I am not grateful for any compliments given I am simply sad Sad that the hope I trained myself to give to nothing was indeed nothing to hope for I have nothing to show for you just some smiles that still creep across my angry face and the the tearful reminders that wipe those smiles away My heart is not bigger My days not brighter and my nights no shorter All you've given me is a notebook full of questions and a pen with stolen ink You were perfect for me but you were not real How the hell is that supposed to make me feel If I could tell you how I feel I would tell you all I did was care about you about me about us I have no idea what you cared about the way I made you feel? Your pain... The war. But not the importance of a phone call or an "I am sorry" every once in a while an "I am sorry" it's this way I am sorry I am this way I am sorry you care Because then I would tell you I am sorry I'm so fucking sorry For the way I made you feel both good and bad And I'm sorry you would not hear me out And I'm sorry for anything I may not know about I'm sorry about your parents your bad luck your chosen career the contract you exchanged for the life you wanted for the girl before me... but most of all I am sorry that I am not who you thought I was You didn't notice that I am A fighter A woman Passionate I am sorry that a person like that will not be ignored. If I can give you anything it is the knowledge that you are my longest poem my highest hope my greatest fear. I know that I fell for the idea of you and I am afraid that it was the real you who let me down. After you I can give myself drunken nights an old screen flashing with new lights regrettable sex another memory in my box of rejects
Countless Sheep
She begins to count sheep After 500, she lets them loose Even though her arms And legs are heavy with use Questions swarm her brain About what parts of life Are stealing the wholeness of sleep Finally She realizes In the pitch darkness of her bedroom cell Her eyes were open She just couldn't tell.
The Man on the Patio
Sitting on my patio Trying to enjoy the breeze And the cars passing by There is a man interrupting it all And isn't there always He sits on his patio daily Though I cannot see him And he spews on endlessly Into a phone, I guess For the man's conversation is always one sided And doesn't that make sense Each day I leave for work And I hear this man speaking louder Than can possibly Be needed to hear On the other side of a phone I do not know from which patio he reigns But it is far enough That I should not hear his complaints Go away invisible man There are people here Enjoying the two-way conversation Between life and enjoyment.
Loch Ness.