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One Nice Bug Per Day

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we're not kids anymore.
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If you are still going back to the one who hurts you, who breaks you, remember it’s not love, it’s the addiction of a lost feeling.
thoughtsincosmos (via wnq-writers)
Maybe I'm finally starting to get that #glow Maybe it's time for a new #poem The scent of you surrounds me, envelops me, when I move into my space. How did you get here. You weren't invited. You're looking at me like the answers are all over my face, Yet the only thing you'll find there is the pain you've misplaced. I can't take the blame, Please believe me, I've tried. I've climbed mountains Destroyed demons Played an angel I've cried. I've pushed you so far, thought I'd never get back. But there you are, with that hope, With that look in your eye. And I'm back climbing mountains, Just to give one last try. The things I would do, Just to have you sometime. The things I have done, And I'm still the bad guy. I've laid down my sword I've given my soul. I've shed all my thorns Just want you to know. As I inhale, I take you in. I'm surrounded by you. How did you get here? You weren't invited. #poertycommunity #poems #poetryislove #dark #writing #poeticjustice #soul #vibes #art #muse
Can I be honest? I’m still naive to assume people love just as hard as I do. That’s not always true. That’s not true at all actually. People love as hard as they want to. But that shouldn’t define the way you love yourself. Please don’t ever think that no one can love you as hard as they can. One day it will happen. Don’t go another day treating yourself like you’re not worth love. Be great to yourself. Be that person you want to be loved from. Soon enough the pieces will come together and it won’t be hard to love you at all.
kickin4brooklyn (via wnq-writers)
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I wish I was as tough as I want you to think that I am.
William Chapman (via wordsnquotes)
Yes
To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.
Hermann Hesse (via quotethat)
The scent of you surrounds me, envelops me, when I move into my space. How did you get here. You weren't invited. You're looking at me like the answers are all over my face, Yet the only thing you'll find there is the pain you've misplaced. I can't take the blame, Please believe me, I've tried. I've climbed mountains Destroyed demons Played an angel I've cried. I've pushed you so far, thought I'd never get back. But there you are, with that hope, With that look in your eye. And I'm back climbing mountains, Just to give one last try. The things I would do, Just to have you sometime. The things I have done, And I'm still the bad guy. I've laid down my sword I've given my soul. I've shed all my thorns Just want you to know. As I inhale, I take you in. I'm surrounded by you. How did you get here? You weren't invited. #thoughts #freewriting #poem #poetry #musing #poetryisnotdead #love #loss #letgo #pain #soul #writer #art #EM ❤️
Remember that time, I told you that I wanted to curse you with something to remember me by for the rest of your life? A piece of hair woven in to every article of clothing you own, a reminder of me when I'm no longer sold, On your lies and deceit, Heart not at your feet, When I'm done being sweet. When you no longer reign, When my heart has refrained, When you're no longer mine, When I'm through being blind. Remember that time, I begged you to stay even though we both knew it was wrong? A piece of my dignity given so freely, a piece of my soul for you to consume, Even when I've been ruined, Drunk on lies and deceit, I can no longer see, What has become of me, Will I ever be free? Even when you're replaced, Will my heart regain the space... I gave to you...is it broken? Is it dark? Is it even my heart? #EM 💕 #poem #poetry #poeticjustice #dark #art #therapy #love #words #setmefree #bye #heart #writer #writing #poetryisnotdead #thanksforbeingmymuse (at Purple Hippie)
When you’re an artist, nobody ever tells you or hits you with the magic wand of legitimacy. You have to hit your own head with your own handmade wand. And you feel stupid doing it. There’s no “correct path” to becoming a real artist. You might think you’ll gain legitimacy by going to university, getting published, getting signed to a record label…[but] it’s all in your head. You’re an artist when you say you are. And you’re a good artist when you make somebody else experience or feel something deep or unexpected.
Amanda Palmer, The Art of Asking (via septemberwildflowers)
Book of the day: After You’d Gone by Maggie O'Farrell
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Man.
I cannot fathom what I could’ve done to you I sit, head hanging between my arms, in shock. How could I love so hard and yet that love goes unnoticed? How could I chase you around that time you broke my soul? How could I beg for you back? Why not let you go if that’s what you wanted so…? I had to make myself feel better by putting my head on your body You couldn’t even comfort me by putting your arms around me. I feel cold. You’re the one pushing I’m digging my feet into the ground. You’re the one leaving. Why am I fighting so hard? I don’t know what for? What do we have but some lies and maybe a handful of good times? I feel cold. You’ve wound your web so far round my mind I can’t see. I’m blind. I know what I feel when I break free But then I’m back again begging you to love me. You never did, you never will. I know this But yet and still, I fight, I break, I burn, Just to feel a little bit.
I feel cold.
#cold #love #feels #real #latenight #writing #therapeutic #poeticjustice #hurt #dark #poetry
#tp #sunday #love #deceit #free
Definition of a Nurse: "To go above and beyond the call of duty. The first to work and the last to leave. The heart and soul of caring. A unique soul that will pass through your life for a minute and impact it for an eternity. An empowered individual whom you may meet for only a 12 hour period, but who will put you and yours above theirs" Everyone has tough days at work, everyone has parts of their job that are difficult...but a bad day to me usually means someone lost their life, I couldn't "save" them, and although this is a part of life, it's still not an easy mission. I am lucky, though, to have the opportunity to be with people when they are struggling, and try to give them hope and brighten their day. #nurse #nursesweek #happynursesweek2016 💕🤕🤒😷🤗☺️🙃
I fall in love with ideas and fantasies rather than whole beings and then I sit here and wonder why I’m still alone. It’s because I don’t fucking pay attention. I’m too busy thinking about tomorrow that today falls through the cracks.
Ryan O'Connell, I’m Trying To Love You More
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we cannot control how others receive, and view, the love we give. however, that should not stop us from giving love when and where we can.
Unknown (via kushandwizdom)
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