Everlasting

[spirituallyminded-deactivated20]

“Sex is more than an act of pleasure; it’s the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it’s almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can’t take it. And at this moment you’re a part of them.”

— Tom Yorke

[asunflowersjourney]

Twenty-five

                                                Quarter of a century-old..

I have nothing about me on the

outside to draw you in.

Nothing spectacular or special.

Barefaced, average.

                                                           Plain..

                                                           Thin..

                                                                                       But on the inside I have a

                                                                                       whole universe within me.

                                                                        Nothing about the inside compares

                                                                                                         to the outside.

                                                         Loving..

                                                      Thoughtful..

                                                         Driven..

There is nothing on the outside

that I am proud of.

When I look in the mirror I see

a hopeless shell.

                                                         Loner..

                                                          Shy..

                                                        Empty..

                                                                                 When I look inward at myself.

                                                                       I see so much to love about myself.

                                                                              Things that make looking in the

                                                                                                  mirror not so hard.

                                                    Passionate..

                                                      Hopeful..

                                                      Dreamer..

The body of a Thirteen-year-old.

No curves to speak of.

Petite.

A face covered in acne

more often than not.

                                                           Slut..

                                                          Bitch..

                                                                               I care so deeply and love hard.

                                                                          I’ll sacrifice myself for those I love

                                                                                      down to the last bit of me.

                                                                 There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them.

                                                   Compassionate..

                                                       Empathetic..

When I look at myself in the

morning I see someone whom

doesn’t deserve love.

Someone whom doesn’t deserve

anything good in her life.

                                                        Worthless..

                                                           Trash..

                                                                                Hope I try and hold on to that.

                                                                                        Hope that I will succeed.

                                                                          Hope that things will finally go my

                                                                               way. I do my best to hold onto

                                                                                                                     myself.

                                                          Brave..

                                                         Strong..

But in the end 

what truly matters isn’t

whats on the outside.

What matters most is what is on the inside.

                                                                          One day I love me will be enough.

[asunflowersjourney]

How Do You Really Know If You                   Are Truly Happy?

                                                   Happiness.                                                What is it really?                                              Is it falling in love?                                        Is it going on adventures?                           Is it that first sip of coffee in the morning?                                               What is it to you?                            I don’t know what happiness is to me,                   I can’t really think of a time that I was truly happy          I think back and not a damn thing comes to mind. But I guess  that’s how its suppose to be, you remember the bad stuff more vividly so                you don’t make the same mistakes over and over again. But even looking back in journals there was always so much pain in the things                                        I thought made me happy.              So does that mean I haven’t been happy since I was a child?      Does that really mean for more than half my life I have been wasting life?                                     Truly wasting my life and time.

[lesbianhallieparker]

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[iwontmakeitoutalive]

Please.

[zvrt]

[cwote]

Stop beating yourself up. You’re a work in progress, which means you get there a little bit at a time not all at once.

[qvotable]

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.

Kait Rokowski (via qvotable)

[danger]

[approvers]

[anosamour-deactivated20200128]

[genterie]

[danger]

The Range of Fire by  Trevor Anderson

[hiddenblog609]

[toastoat]

This is a baby asking this to other babies

[forrestmankins]

[icanread]

[love]

by Jared Tyler

[love]