Write Hers Block

Patriot. Writer. Introvert.

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[vomitingwords]

She was wrapped in a blanket of petals, surrounded by thorns— a soft beautiful heart guarded by strong walls.

ma.c.a // Rose, Lovely Rose (via vomitingwords)

[vomitingwords]

But then sometimes we miss the memories not the people. Sometimes we want the feelings back, but not with the same person.

ma.c.a // Change of Tides (via vomitingwords)

[wordsnquotes]

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.

Charlotte Eriksson (via wordsnquotes)

She is

[amortizing]

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

F.Scott Fitzgerald (via amortizing)

[amortizing]

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

F.Scott Fitzgerald (via amortizing)

[joebidensanonymous]

Joe Biden has a message for fraternity guys

If you don’t stop your brother from raping a girl, you are an accomplice 

[mrs-jamie-wellerstein]

TELL ‘EM JOE 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

[sleepyreyrey]

Strong words to use on a Resume

If you have ever had to write a resume for work or for an application, then you know the hardest part is figuring out what type of words to use that sound professional and and intelligent.

Example: If an application asks you if you have any relevant experience for a job at a day care center and you have experience, like you have babysat children. You would look at the words in the columns to see what words you should use that will help your resume stand out. You might put down “Have supervised and attended to children on a regular basis.”

I hope this is helpful to you.

[rampyourvoice]

Now this is a great resume list of action words.  I love that it’s broken down by types of jobs.  Saving for future use.

[hercurlyrockz]

I’m Not Sure Yet

There is an insane bout of withdrawal symptoms that comes from pretending to not be a certain way. You get withdrawal symptoms from your own habits, your routine, the way you carry yourself. 

It’s a holistic imbalance that seeks to prove something about you. It proves that you’re not yourself. I’ve been faced with situations lately that have forced me to act out of character, required me to have a voice in things that have nothing to do with me. And now, I’m having those withdrawal symptoms. I miss me. My space is sacred and holy and serene to me, but I’ve had to open myself to the prospect of having less space for the sake of diplomacy. I’ve had to be the youngest and purest voice of reason for people who should know better and now I’m tired. 

I crave my space. I’m jittery for my dark room and warm bed, itching for my headphones and thoughts that consume me. My tongue is tired, fingers have callouses from speaking and typing and talking and coaching and begging and being. I need to not be for a day. I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to....anything. 

Allow me to consume trash media and laugh heartily or if I must speak, allow me my unbiased, unadulterated, sorely undiplomatic opinion. I don’t want to think before I speak because I’m being forced to speak. Let me regroup and return and I promise I’ll be okay. I’ll be mature again, I’ll be reasonable and thoughtful and insightful again, just either allow me some time to not be, or just allow be that solitary moment where I won’t have to be anything

[de-bel-aizin]

I myself am war.

Georges Bataille (via aaronwarners)

[hercurlyrockz]

Brown Sugar

“It is a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.”

I don’t remember who said it, but truer words have never been written.

Brown Sugar is and has been my favourite movie since 2002, no question. I watched it and felt the same thing Syd felt in the late 80′s. Knowingly or not, a lot of our ideals matched. Like you linked with a spirit that doesn’t really exist? That perfect nonexistent entity that defines you. Our lives match up. Writer, prolific outlets by local definition. You’re known for the words you can string together not because of the way they just happen to fall, but you write them like the pictures in your head. You write because it’s natural, it’s your language.

The way Syd mentally married Hip Hop, outside of the love story itself, is singlehandedly the reason I write, string my words together. Whether they make sense to the outsider is beside the point, they’re really just meant for me.

But, it’s a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply. It is. I’d rather feel that deeply than be cold and bitter, and I can be, and sometimes, to be honest I want to be. Because it is a curse to feel everything so deeply.

Hip Hop is art, it’s already deep. I don’t know how to feel, if not deeply. There’s the curse. At what point do you get to choose? It unfair, unbridled, unrequited. It’s a curse to feel so deeply. When the first thing you connect with, like Syd and I connected with Hip Hop, you think everything is as deep as that first love, but it’s not. It’s just a curse to feel so deeply.

But it’s also a blessing. Feeling deeply about anything, even anyone, is also a blessing. That way you never make a decision feeling like you didn’t give it everything you wanted to. It frees you. You don’t second guess it because you felt it, deeply. 

But it’s still a curse because even after the decision, it hurts to know that still and unlike Syd in Brown Sugar, feeling so deeply just breaks your heart. Not necessarily in love, it’s even in the simple things. Feeling deeply just means that even the smallest things can break your heart, it’s really just a matter of understanding that whatever it is that’s breaking your heart, isn’t necessarily breaking you.

Be Brown Sugar, and for God’s sake, leave the ground shook up.

[hercurlyrockz]

Minute

It’s been a minute since I’ve been here, less than a minute since my wall made me cry. Reminiscing in what made Tumblr my cove made me come back here, not because I’m in the same space, but really to keep track of myself.

I used to be sad here, so inconsolably sad, and broken, and drained. I used to be. I still get to all of those points, but I feel them, I don’t live them anymore, I’m proud of that. I don’t feel heavy anymore. Don’t feel tainted, damaged, any of it. I’m doing okay.

What’s funny is that today was actually a bad day for me, but it still wasn’t half as bad as the days that saw Tumblr being my journal of hurt. Coming back here made me realise today wasn’t so bad. It was, honestly, all things considered, pretty good.

There’s a point to the rant and a method to my madness. See, I used to come here when I was sad, but it got better, a lot better. I gave myself the time to learn and grieve and feel and all the sad things in the world. I let myself heal.

What I’m trying to say is, it gets better, it always does, just....give it a minute.

[huffpost]

[ohhjenesuispas]

I will reblog this every time.

[papayapetal]

Literally this.

[hercurlyrockz]

Relapse

[hercurlyrockz]

Sometimes you just have to tell yourself, “No more.” After all, don’t you tire of chasing those who never look at you?

Stop running, beloved.

[hercurlyrockz]

I should really listen to myself sometimes

[hercurlyrockz]

Academic me: you have so much to do you have a test and ten things due tomorrow you must snap out of it and do your fucking schoolwork

Anxiety me: I know I know I have to I must what should I do I just can't I want to cry I want to sleep I want to hide

Depression me: this is too much why are we all still fucking here

[pixiebii]

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