Finding Home Alone

"Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile." -Franklin P. Jones

[finding-home-alone]

A Best Friend

One of the most comforting things in life is to realise that you have someone who cares so strongly about you. Someone who will talk to you about anything. Someone who be there for you no matter how they feel at the time. Someone who stays up to the early hours of the morning for you. Someone who you love because that is the most that you can give them even though they deserve more. Someone you'll know until you're old and grey. Someone you can call your best friend.

[wordsbydominic]

The tear to your cheek, the beat in the night and the sound of “quite alright.” I was your everything while you weren’t my anything.

words by dominic riccitello (via wordsbydominic)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I believe that people should try to connect with their own life force and let it lead them to do with their lives what they will find satisfying. It’s important to know what you’re going to spend your life on, and the only way you’re going to find that is by connecting with that force inside yourself.

Erica Jong, from an interview (via violentwavesofemotion)

[wordsnquotes]

Already I realize certain feelings I was not aware of, like the fear of being hurt. I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin Volume 1 1931-1934: Vol. 1 (via wordsnquotes)

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The Hummingbird

Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration. Hummingbirds open our eyes to the wonder of the world and inspire us to open our hearts to loved ones and friends. Like a hummingbird, we aspire to hover and to savor each moment as it passes, embrace all that life has to offer and to celebrate the joy of everyday. The hummingbird’s delicate grace reminds us that life is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection has meaning and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation. -Papyrus

[wordsnquotes]

Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates…and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are.

Don Cheadle (via wordsnquotes)

[finding-home-alone]

I Didn't Know

Cold air wafting through the window  Makes me alert body shiver and pimple The burning sockets that were my eyes Gaze into the moonlit night, full of stars. 

Exhaustion but excitement in the air friend and I laughing at midnight  She falls into sleep so I lay awake 

I didn’t know I had insomnia. 

Light as a feather, as frail as an elder

Old age and discoloration decorate her skin Bumps and lines as sharp as a blade 

Horror at consumption, dismay at the common Habits of mankind unsettle her stomach "No thank you." "I’ll pass." "Just had some."  Sickened, tired, confused and weak.

I didn’t know I had anorexia nervosa.

Walking the dog was a mission for the brave Talking to a stranger, unheard of from him Life is fast, flowing, dangerous and fearful Face down, arms protect his sensitive heart Avoiding contact. Avoid conflict. 

Please don’t ask me. Please don’t hurt me.  Help me I’m scared and alone.  Simple task. Simple fear.  Life is so easy, why not for me? 

I didn’t know I had anxiety. 

Little snack, little bites, lead to something more.  How it began and where it ends are not known Mind over body in the worst way possible No results are seen so you try harder  Cannot stop either once you’ve started now One thing means you have to do the other. Sweet, sour, warm, cold, burning throats Just this once and it will be fine "More please." "I’ll just burn it off." No treadmill in use, no strength of will.

I didn’t know I had bulimia. 

- T. Millar

[finding-home-alone]

Savages

Down on the ground was silent, And there were whispers through the trees. The days were hot to boiling, And at night you’d almost freeze. You learned to stick to the shadows, And to never show your face. For humans had lost their souls, And left savages in their place. -August

[scalesofperception]

5,000 Indian Students do Yoga to Promote World Peace | Via

Indian students of Delhi Public School perform yoga in Hyderabad on October 20, 2014. Nearly 5000 students including teachers perform seven yogic postures, with religious prayers for world harmony and peace.

SoP | The Scale of Protest

[finding-home-alone]

Such a beautiful gesture to the world 

[jerryharris3]

A bird laid beside the road dying, twitching closer to the end in desperate spasms of awkward repose. I stopped, causing my friend to linger, after taking a few steps past the small creature as strangers passed on. The bird twitched with an acute pain that wrenched my soul as if I were the one...

[finding-home-alone]

When Our Bones ——- We are with the most comfort 
 When our bones have settled

When we lay in bed 
 With another 
 Or with warmth

Those moments 
 When the pressure 
 Of the weight of life 
 Physically lifts 
 Off our worn bones Is when we feel most
 Engulfed in the ecstasy 
 Of being still and silent
 And simply 
Being.

- T. Millar

[whilde-daisi]

So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide

Meredith Grey  (via whilde-daisi)

[finding-home-alone]

You had sewn yourself up after stabbing yourself with a knife. Going back to the way you were is like going back to that knife and sharpening it.

T. Millar

[finding-home-alone]

When Our Bones

We are with the most comfort When our bones have settled

When we lay in bed With another Or with warmth

Those moments when the pressure Of the weight of life physically lifts Off our worn bones

Is when we feel most Engulfed in the ecstasy Of being still and silent And simply Being.

- T. Millar

[finding-home-alone]

Who is it to blame The hands that lit the flame Or the hands that allowed them to burn.

I Let Her Burn

[finding-home-alone]

I Let Her Burn

When the fire was lit I asked questions But let it burn When the fire grew higher I became anxious But let it burn When the flame engulfed the wood There was now nothing I could do And so I let it burn When the smoke rose through the air I tried to get used to the smell And so I let it burn As the wood turned black I know I had to leave so I let it burn As I fire sought more fuel I turned and ran For the damage that had been done Was not to be done to myself To this day I ask myself Who is it to blame The hands that lit the flame Or the hands that allowed them to burn.