For everyone who has ever believed in fairytales.

[thoughts-become-reality]

[madnessintoopera]

Best decision I ever made was to start listening to my own heart and mind before moving through the world the way I found most satisfying.

[madnessintoopera]

The healing that begins when someone simply stays.

it came quietly.

It came in girlfriends

who answered the phone again.

Who sat beside my confusion

without demanding it make sense.

I talked in circles.

I cried the same tears.

I handed them pieces of a story

that had no shape yet.

And somehow they stayed.

They held me close

without trying to rescue me.

They listened long enough

for me to hear myself.

In those small, ordinary silences,

something began knitting itself back together.

I wanted someone stronger to carry me across.

But life kept whispering:

Trust yourself.

So I did

not all at once,

but inch by inch.

And beneath the grief,

beneath the fear,

beneath the noise of losing,

there she was.

My intuition.

A voice I could finally recognize

because everyone I loved

had been quiet long enough

for me to hear it.

[madnessintoopera]

You told me you didn’t want to be married to someone with a voice.

Your opinion lived inside every interruption,

every dismissal,

every time my truth arrived and was treated like a problem.

What hurt wasn’t that you disagreed.

What hurt was realizing

you loved me most

when I was quiet.

When I bent.

When I swallowed questions.

When I translated my needs into something easier for you to carry.

And one day I heard it clearly

You didn’t want a wife with a voice.

You wanted an echo.

You wanted agreement dressed up as love.

Silence dressed up as peace.

But I was never made for that.

I was made to laugh too loud,

to ask hard questions,

to change my mind,

to tell the truth when it trembled.

And losing you hurt.

God, it hurt.

But losing my voice

would have hurt more.

So I chose the wound that heals.

And now every word I speak returns another piece of me.

[madnessintoopera]

Watching The Blue Drain Out.

His eyes went dark.

Not with anger.

Not with cruelty.

Just distance.

Like some ancient animal

had stepped forward

and gently asked the man to leave.

I watched the blue drain out,

watched language leave his face.

And there I was

not beside him,

not with him,

but standing at the edge

of a wilderness

wearing his skin.

he looked straight through me,

and I understood

how a person can be present,

and gone.

The blackest eyes
aren't born black.

-

[kateammann]

Happy Pride Month!!! 🌈💕🌼✨

[madnessintoopera]

Two Great Things!

[madnessintoopera]

[madnessintoopera]

[madnessintoopera]

[madnessintoopera]

[madnessintoopera]

[madnessintoopera]

[madnessintoopera]

Nobody wants normal?

We carve lightning bolts into simple things,

dress our wounds in gold,

turn bad habits into personalities.

A straight line isn’t enough.

We need the fracture.

The obsession.

The beautiful malfunction.

Human beings -

the only animals that stare into the void

and ask it to autograph our suffering.

We don’t just live.

We decorate the cage.

[hiraethid]

[madnessintoopera]

hold tight. Thank!

[thetackboard]

I did make it here for morning yoga the week before last and it was blessed

[rashfcrd]

omg the thanksgiving dinner on selling sunset

[west150]

...I was so close to you that I didn't see you!

[shams langroudi]

آنقدر به تو نزدیک بودم که تو را ندیدم

[madnessintoopera]

I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it

[electronicgallery]

Scale model for Pennsylvania Railroad War Memorial by Walker Hancock, 1949-52

[madnessintoopera]

Good Might

*Night