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Unfaltering Love
A year and five days ago I met my nephew.
The love I have for him is overwhelming because he has changed my life. Strong, lovey-dovey emotions tend to scare me (probably the reason I love sarcasm), however, he has brought my capacity for love to a whole new level. If you know me for an hour I will find a reason to talk about him. My friends probably get annoyed with how much I bring him up. IâŠ
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Dream: A Positive Escape
Last night I had a dream. It was a dream of the typical type, I was being chased after. Death was at my door step. The fear was real. Running away I was creating my next moves. The most amazing thing is that throughout time I have been able to escape. I escaped the building to the outdoors. Now I create my next moves on the outside. This dream something new happened. First I created an elevatorâŠ
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Love.
So I want to create. So I will create. This is me creating. What do I want to create? Love. Or a feeling like it. How? Through my writing. So be ready. This is my mission. Â Oh, and itâs not a chosen mission. Â Â
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Adulthood has me dazed like,
Gotta wake up early. Gotta be productive. Gotta get it together. Gotta do that thing.
But truly, it's a struggle. I just want to live, just want to be free, Just want to laugh and have fun.
Where did happiness go? True happiness.
Happiness, we have learned, can be a choice. But can it really? Contentment disguises happiness.
Feel lucky when you feel happiness again, contentment looks like an ugly disguise, and what a struggle that becomes, To keep contentment at bay.
Always a struggle, always a struggle.
Gotta wake up. Gotta get it together. Gotta be an adult.
But where's the fun? Where's the life?
Oh, I will chase you, When I feel you. How dare you be so fleeting. You're just so enticing.
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This is the story of a girl. A delusional girl, that foolishly fell madly in love with a boy. This boy didnât seem like an ordinary boy. He caught her attention is a way that no other boy did. She felt like she had literally found herself because she felt endlessly comfortable around this boy. Being the cynic that she was, however, she would not let herself believe he was her soul mate. Soon after they lost contact and she tried to move on with her life. It was not tough to move on since she had known the boy for only a short amount of time, but she also knew something was not right in her life. This bothered her a great deal and each day was met with struggles to find happiness. Some days were bigger struggles and some days went by with a breeze. The days were spent working and with another guy, that always felt like a best friend and nothing more. Nobody managed to light that spark.Â
After months went by that special boy came along again. Feeling that level of comfort and falling back in to an immediate ease along side him. Life was exciting again and being around him made her feel completely different yet totally right. She laughed with him. She found herself telling him things like she had known him for years. After a few weeks of this she knew he was right. She told him this and was disappointed by his response. He HAD to of felt the same way towards her, because this feeling was overpowering her. Yet once again, he drifted off and became a stranger. This time was met with more struggles to forget him. He left an indent on her that she could not smooth out. A terribly uneasy feeling came over her, wondering how he could forget her so easily. Her days continued, as they do, and she began to move on with life wondering what had gone wrong.
A year later he popped back up again. How could it be, she thought. It was halloween and he asked her to join him at a party. She thought about it, and felt it odd that she didnât turn him down and hide away in her shell like she normally would. She went to the party alone, stepping out of her boundaries yet right back to where she felt most comfortable. Being in his presence again was empowering. A feeling she was still unable to explain after years have gone by. After that night she knew he had that feeling too, that feeling of an intensely unknown power pulling them together. So they were together. However, this was not a happily ever after.
She had a knowing deep down in her heart that she had found her man. The one. She told him often, for she didnât want a single day to go by that he didnât feel loved. For the first time in her life she saw a future she was excited for. When she looked at this man, a deep gut feeling, of more than just butterflies, would ensue her. She felt an immense, unmeasurable love for him. This was a feeling that raptured her, making her question her life before him. He made her feel whole. But they started to fight, and the fights grew wickeder and meaner. The things they would fight about she couldnât understand. It was as if he had grown in to a different man, with different priorities and suddenly she was no longer his savior. It terrified her to the core to see this new man evolving in to someone that didnât need her, or feel that depth of love, because she certainly still felt it for him. The days grew more miserable and she fought for his affection. But all was lost. There was nothing she could do.Â
She often foolishly questions what would have happened if she would have seen him that night before he left. Where would life be? Because he left and came back with a new savior, someone that he needed and could find happiness with. Alone and broken was all she could feel after seeing this, once again questioning what she did wrong. This time, he left more than an indent, he left a shattered shell of a girl. Because this girl had loved him unconditionally and was to be left watching him in his new life, happier without her. This is the story of a sad, broken girl.Â
THIS BOOK DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THIS FUCKING BOOK THIS SHIT WAS WTNV BEFORE IT EXISTED THIS SHIT WAS CRAZY THEY MADE ICE-CREAM THAT TASTED LIKE THE INSIDE OF KIDS MOUTHS BUT EVERYONE COULD TASTE IT BUT THE ACTUAL KID THE SCHOOL WAS MISSING A FLOOR THIS SHIT BOTH RUINED AND MADE MY CHILDHOOD
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OH MY GOD
YOU GUYS DONâT UNDERSTAND
THIS SHIT WAS MY CREEPY CHILD *AESTHETIC* BEFORE I KNEW WHAT ANÂ âAESTHETICâ WAS
ONE OF THE KIDS WAS A DEAD RAT UNDER A PILE OF RAINCOATS PRETENDING TO BE A KID, AND HE SNUCK INTO THE SCHOOL AND WENT TO CLASS
the kicker: this was not the first time this had happened at this BIZARRE-ASS SCHOOL. NOBODY WAS ACTUALLY *SURPRISED* ABOUT THIS.Â
I bought this book for my favorite child in the universe and Scholastic fuck*ng changed the artwork for the series. :/
I remember this shit. It was so insane.
I just want to forget you. You have me so entrapped already. You've already stollen me and whisked me away. I've become insane for you. Sleep doesn't matter because I'd rather sit up contemplating how you feel when I know the answer; you hardly care. You're hardly there. It's clear you aren't excited to talk to me like I am for you. It's already painful. I want to keep inching forward though because it was great once, can't it be great again? I think one thing I have learned is no; no it can't. The fatal flaw this time is it is so soon. It's too early on to know the real you and to know if this is a normal characteristic or if maybe it's out of the norm. What could things be like? Damn if I could just get you alone in the perfect setting in the perfect calm evening and let my soul open up to you and tell you everything I want and everything that worries me and we could find out where this thing is going and how and why. Has that perfect evening ever existed? I don't think so. So my only choice is to continue with the pain or not and I'm so going to fucking continue.
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Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. Itâs a given and thatâs the secret.
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Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.
Hermann Hesse, Gertrude (via wordsnquotes)
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This is totally me.
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If it looks like wisdom but is unkind, itâs not wisdom. If it feels like love but itâs not wise, itâs not love.
Lama Surya Das (via lazyyogi)
At the heart of Mertonâs spirituality is his distinction between our real and false selves. Our false selves are the identities we cultivate in order to function in society with pride and self-possession; our real selves are a deep religious mystery, known entirely only to God. The world cultivates the false self, ignores the real one, and therein lies the great irony of human existence: the more we make of ourselves, the less we actually exist.
Robert Inchausti (via beingblog)
