INSIDE THIS MADNESS

When I'm in need of an emotional, or intellectual workout, writing suites perfectly.

[liminalhorror-deactivated201812]

“I sat on a gray stone bench / and placed my grief / in the mouth of language, / the only thing that would grieve with me.”

— Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: Poems; “When I Am Asked,” (edited)

[insidethismaddness]

There was never a love he couldn't show me, never a lesson he couldn't teach me. Miss you so much

[vilicity]

[comparingmeerkats]

[earthshipdecor]

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[insidethismaddness]

[insidethismaddness]

[magic-of-eternity]

[just-shower-thoughts]

If you replace the “W” in Where, When and What with a “T”, you end up answering the question.

[fyeahmovieclub]

[ajsarevolution]

TIS THE SEASON

[alittlebitxwicked]

It was the midnight shift and the man working the gas station told me he had been looking for me, for a while now.

He said he wanted something painted; he wanted my father to do the job. It was then I needed to be honest. For months I have been telling the men at the gas station that my father was okay, doing well. 

I spoke slowly, watching his grin sour at my stoic tone. As I started, I hesitated desperate for something other than the truth to break the hanging air. 

“My father actually passed away this past February, but he would have loved to paint for you I am sure.”

I am sorry…

“It’s okay…it is a very big loss.”

 My total came to $4.20 and we spoke of Easter, and how the Holiday would be on the biggest marijuana smoking day of the year. He told me he hoped his kids didn’t come to the dinner table high, I imagined respecting my father’s own wishes as I bid him a good night.

It was the midnight shift and the man working the gas station had been looking for me a while now.

[alittlebitxwicked]

You’d start and say “I love you big”, I’d say right back, “I love you small.” You made sure to ask, “Whose got you?” to remind us you were there; every step, every fall. Shores knowing before sunrise, the blanket kiss of the morning sea; Faith in you, never fret, never once escaped me. How to live, to have strength, each pulse of your heart a clue, through wide eyes I had watched everything you do. Know that I would follow, if for me you were to call; know the love I have for you was anything but small.

1949-2014<3

[insidethismaddness]

He wept because God was unfair, and because this was the way God repaid those who believed in their dreams.

Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist

[fyp-psychology]

Researchers find Physical Differences in Empathetic Peoples' Brains

New research has found that types of empathy can be predicted by looking at physical differences in the brain. This raises the fascinating possibility that some kinds of empathy might be able to be increased by training or that it might be possible for people to lose their empathy over time.

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[insidethismaddness]

#empathy #research #neuroscience

[alittlebitxwicked]

My fortune today. I’m either I’m a good writer or a good liar. Maybe being one means being both.

[wnq-writers]

I keep hearing that “love is a verb”. People say that words mean nothing when it comes to love. As if I looking into your eyes and telling you means nothing. You won’t believe it unless I do something. A grand gesture. That laying my soul on the floor for you isn’t enough. Tearing open my heart and having the ink spill out of me, as I write you the most beautiful letter, rewritten 100’s of times, taken months to configure - that can’t be love, love apparently, isn’t words. Because actions speak louder than words, correct? Unless I shout it from the rooftops, Unless I buy you every flower that blooms, peonies, in every color that exists, blue, pink perhaps white.. Unless I buy you a ring with “ I love you” engraved around the circle of your finger, then I know you love me. Does that mean you love me? Does that mean love is true? I can’t help but think that has nothing to do with love. Look me in my eyes, and tell me why you love me. Use your words, your body, your touch. You can move in with someone, that could just be a test. Does that lead to a diamond and a future of happiness and success? Will he love you when you no longer look like you? When the wrinkles peek in, and you’re too tired to make love, and all you can do is say it? love is looking at me and knowing what I was feeling. love is laying together, in silence. love is carrying me to my door when my ankle was broken. love was the way we talked all night till the sun came up love was in our eyes. you didn’t have to buy me the world, or a blue box - Sunflowers were a beautiful touch I must say. but love was when you drove out of your way.. to see me. It was when we went to the beach and played in the sand. the feeling, the connection, the indescribable way we always find a way back. So our love wasn’t just a verb, our love wasn’t superficial, our love was the ones in movies, written in books, the one we keep our eyes closed to keep it alive. our love was the way we selfishly broke each other.. because time wasn’t on our side. our love was more than a verb.

Demetra Demi  (via wnq-writers)

[luv-mess]

Shout out to those who are having a hard time right now. This is only temporary.