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Strangers

There are people who cross my mind from time to time.

But you were never one of them.

Past relationships, past friendships.

But never you.

So when that stranger stared, I did not bat an eye.

Not until you spoke.

So many thoughts ran through my mind.

But all I could muster was a meekly "Hi".

The years were kind to you. You looked exactly the same.

But we are strangers now.

Strange Dream

Not sure if it was out of guilt or just curiosity..

But I had a dream of what it would be to run into you.

In the library, on the eight floor..

Amongst all those people you stood so tall.

I took the stairs down but you caught up somehow.

“I was doing fine until now. Why are you here?”

“I'm just dropping off this book. Please pretend I wasn’t here”

Down to the first floor, mind completely blank.

I don’t understand why we met, or why I was here.

theweirdwideweb

mothwi

I can testify that this is very true

It’s not intense nor fiery as everyone makes it out to be.

It’s warm and its comfortable, nothing like you've ever seen.

It’s anxiety calmed with smiles and kisses.

It’s holding hands with fluttering hearts.

It’s happiness in the thought, and the dream of being together.

It’s not intense nor fiery as everyone makes it out to be,

but in this moment, it’s everything to me.

butterflies

it’s the little things that make my heart flutter 💕

I joke about it, but secretly crave it.

It’s truth morph into a joke from the knowing it’ll never happen.

Their reassuring words as they hold my hair back and i puke my guts out.

It was a foolish dream, I knew that from the start.

Because at the end of the day, my hair is far too short to ever be held back.

I took the time to make note of that clear top with an orange rim. I took the time to reflect, change and grow. I took the time to listen, feel and hope. It took time, and I gave it all I had. But in the end, my kitchen will not have a clear top with an orange rim.

great-tweets

This is the /an/ post that keeps on giving.

edwardspoonhands

This is better than anything I’ve ever made.

December 21, 2018

I don't know how to swim. And despite all my caution, I always end up in the deep end of things. No life jacket, no lifeguard on duty. And despite the danger, I’ve let the water surround me. I’ve let myself sink. I know I should splash around bit, get someones attention. Maybe even try to doggy paddle, I don't have to go far, just enough to reach the shallow part. But knowing this doesn't change a thing. I recognize the feeling of water rushing in my lungs and the ringing in my ears. But I just lay there motionless, absorbed by all my fears.

Still fighting

You’ve grown up with no guide, surrounded by toxic traits.

You’ve learned to love, even if you made mistakes along the way.

You’ve become kind, although it’s only towards others.

You've grown in these past four years, but this shadows are still a great bother.

But it will all be okay, you’ve found a reason to hang on.

And one day you'll stop counting the days.

i love you b💕

Utter bullshit.

You expect so much, and give close to nothing.

You gloss over imperfections,

and paint smiles over those who are hurting.

You’re selfish and naive,

you do and do and never think of those actions.

How could someone be so mean,

imposing yourself on others without a second of hesitation.

I can’t give you the world, but I can give you cookies.

I can’t make your pain go away, but I can cry with you until you feel okay.

I can’t fix all your problems, but I can play your favorite disney movies.

I can’t love myself, but I can shower you with kisses every single day.

Look at both sides of the street before crossing.

Use two cups of water per cup of rice.

Separate your whites and colors when washing.

The world if full of lies..

Treat those you cherish with kindness.

Walk a mile in their shoes before speaking.

Apologize without expecting forgiveness.

Smile even if your heart is drifting..

There’s a finite list of things I’ve learned.

But I still make mistakes at every turn.

You see beauty in places I never thought I could.

The dark circles under my eyes.

The extra weight around my belly.

The stretch marks on thighs,

The scars I so desperately tried to hide.

You gave beauty to a person who had given up.

You gave love to a broken heart.

I’m all talk.

I talk big but at the end of the day I’m still a little bitch.

Trust, love, acceptance.

The way people feel or think about us is set,

and at the end of it there isn't much to do but quietly accept it.

I know I can’t force someone to trust me.

I can’t force anyone to love me.

And I can’t force anyone to accept me for who I am.

But why do I still feel the urge to change for them?

What did I do? What shouldn't I do? Where was my mistake?

All these pointless questions keep surfacing on my mind.

I know there's nothing I can do.

Changing my ways won't change how they feel.

And despite knowing that things won't change,

I keep wanting to fix all the mistakes I’ve ever made.

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