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Today I sat and wondered what’s going through your brain

Today I sat and wondered if you went out into the rain

I wonder if you don’t feel like you

Is your soul lost and confused

Are you happy going along

Or does this place no longer feel like home

Do the thoughts in your mind get to much to bare Are you starting to be aware

The pain your feeling

Does it eat away at you as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling

Are you overthinking again

I wish you knew I understand

I can see it in your eyes

The way you smile

The pain pecks through

And if only you knew

I understand

I wish you’d take my hand

Are you okay to pretend that your fine

Happy living your life

When your alone is that when everything hits you like home

And you cry and feel exushed

Feels likes there’s no more to give

I wish you knew I understand

I wish you’d take my hand

I can see it in your stare

You know life’s not fair

Does that mean you stay

Yell and say you hate this place

I wish you knew I understand

I wish you’d just take my hand

in-my2am

Probably that’s why we can’t leave each other

in-my2am

“Once again, I have to feel the magnitude of God’s power in determining my destiny, in the throwing of my dreams, and once again, I learned to accept and rise from adversity Once again, I have to convince myself that everything will move on in time, right? It’ll be soon, right?”

— In one of my darkest nights

in-my2am

“Have you ever met someone who is so alluring you can never think straight around them? Every smile, every gaze just send you to the moon and when they touch you, you’re there in Nirvana yet, they’re toxic just like a whiskey burning down your throat every touch is so warm, you want it again it’s like a flaming chain tangling both of your body pulling you down to the deepest trough deeper deeper and deeper”

— Have you ever?

Have you ever met someone who is so alluring you can never think straight around them? Every smile, every gaze just send you to the moon and when they touch you, you're there in Nirvana yet, they're toxic just like a whiskey burning down your throat every touch is so warm, you want it again it's like a flaming chain tangling both of your body pulling you down to the deepest trough deeper deeper and deeper

Have you ever?

blackgirlmagicwrites-archived

Little details to give your characters

Picks M&Ms out of trail mix

Bites fingernails/toenails

Has a small collection of water bottles by their bed

Cracks knuckles

Loves the smell of nail polish remover

Is a pollotarian

Only listens to music from one decade

Never wears matching socks

Wears college sweaters (bonus if they don’t go to that school or know anyone who does)

Always chews gum/has gum

Constantly gives everyone nicknames based on a pun of their name

Laughs a little after they speak even if they didn’t say something funny

Always wears solid color hoodies

Constantly quotes/references movies

Only calls people by their full first name or full first and last name

Has a unibrow

Afraid of the dark

Impeccable manners

Smells like Vicks Vaporub

Steps over the cracks in the sidewalk or steps on the cracks in the sidewalk (if they hate their mother)

Smooths their eyebrow hairs down

Plays with their eyebrows/hair when sleepy

Picks at their skin (mostly their face)

Hugs people when they first meet them

Doesn’t shave their armpit/pubic/leg hair

Takes off their bra/gets naked as soon as they get home

Always has a snack with them

Plays with their body jewelry whenever they’re nervous/mad/sad

Likes bouncing their legs

Draws/writes on skin

sacredinkedblood

#rebloggedfrom@blackgirlmagicwrites I don’t do most of these but I have a confession to make. I have to shave everyday & sometimes twice a day. I can’t stand to have hair anywhere but on my head. I must say that I do laugh after I say something that’s not even funny then afterwards I feel awkwardly & stupid that I laughed. I bounce my legs so much even when I’m asleep. I am way too sensitive & empathic so I finally learned to hide. I hate almost everything about me. I have an autoimmune disease but some don’t believe. I have night terrors, bad dreams, cataplexy attacks and see things. I post things that are not even true about me about how I don’t care about what other’s think & such. ~written by me #JencieArnold@poetryfoundation #VenJencie #NightWriter_69 #Chicago #italy

in-my2am

I only make some of the lists above. I love to write something on my skin whenever I feel bored or that I feel nervous. I always play with my body jewelry, not only when I'm nervous but like every time. And I like to bite my fingernails; I don't know why I think it's just a habit of mine (and I know it's gross. I'm trying to stop, honestly). For sure, I will take my bra off as soon as I got home because it means freedom, baby! And some of the lists I never do are I never wear college sweaters yet, but I want to try it someday. It's not because I don't like it, but I live on a tropical island and that it's always hot outside, and I don't like it when I sweat so much. I do listen to music not only in this decade but in the 90s also. I'm not trying to be the retro-cool kids or whatsoever. It's just 90s music is great to hear. I can sing along with the songs!

Once again, I have to feel the magnitude of God's power in determining my destiny, in the throwing of my dreams, and once again, I learned to accept and rise from adversity Once again, I have to convince myself that everything will move on in time, right? It'll be soon, right?

In one of my darkest nights

in-my2am

“How do you go back being stranger with someone who has seen you naked?”

— I keep asking myself

It would be too naive if I told you “I love you more than anything, more than anyone can understand” because that’s how I feel. The important thing is how you feel when you receive all the love I gave. Maybe you think it’s not enough or it’s too much. Because in the end all I can say to you is that I love you with everything I have, that I gave everything in my power to make sure you’re loved, to make sure you’re happy. I’d give you anything to make sure you know that I completely love you.

But if it’s not enough, then I’m truly sorry that I can’t love you the way you want me to.