Parfois j’écoute ma tête penser, alors je mets de la musique.
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Parfois j’écoute ma tête penser, alors je mets de la musique.
les perles des océans ne roules pas sur mes joues
cry, cry as long as you need to, as you feel to. cry until it hurt your stomach, until it hurt your throat.
cry these heavy and painful tears. that kind of tears who roll down your cheeks like precious perles. cry them and let them burn your skin from the salt they are made of. the salt of the ocean where your pain swims with the whales.
cry loud, like if the end of the world was here, like if these tears and screaming could heal the world and your life.
cry like if, i mean, cry for your broken heart, cause there is no if. cry for your broken soul. cry for the people you loved and lose. for these you have gained.
cry on your childhood, bad or good.
cry for this guy you fall in love with, that boy who pass your way to quickly and you couldn’t keep.
cry cause you’re scared and lost. cry cause taxes and bills are freaking scary and your brain feels heavy.
cry for the old you you win on. she deserve that. you owe her that.
cry for the Moon. cry. cry for her, cause she looks upon you. cry cause she sees and doesn’t judge you. cry cause most of the time, you do not feel her look on you, and that hurt you as fuck.
cry like a princesse, like a crocodile. like if Romeo had died.
cry for God sake ! fucking cry !! don’t let these eyes dry.
but don’t cry when your drunk. it’s just sad.
140121
tenderness should overcome
tendresse radicale
il y a une question qui me taraude
qui trotte dans ma tête comme une renarde qui file de ces pattes dans une plaine aux hautes herbes
qui somme nous dans l’œil des créatures avec qui nous vivons sur cette terre ?
a quoi ressemblons nous ? quelle est notre histoire face à elles ? faite de sang et de massacre
pourraient-elles concevoir ne serait qu’un instant que nous rions ? que nous nous aimons ? que nous nous serons dans les bras ? peuvent-elles percevoir que nous aussi, comme elles, nous avons envie d’être avec celleux que nous aimons ? que nous cherchons leurs chaleurs ? ou ne voient elles que la haine, le massacre de leurs petits, l’enfermement de leurs mères, leur sang qui coule ? peuvent-elles seulement voir autre chose ?
ça trotte ça trotte, comme une renarde dans un bois
ça me regarde au loin, comme une louve qui passe par là.
most of the time
i dont finish my drawing, i mean, i dont ink them, cause i love the crayons effect
how it looks, kind of romantic, like there’s still movement
but here, i’ve done it
it’s done
g trouvé ça
05112022 01 :26
j’ai trouvé ça
j’ai trouvé ça à l’intérieur de moi
c’était quelque chose pour toi
mais comme tu n’étais plus là
que je ne pouvais pas te le donner
j’ai voulu l’annihiler
le tuer
le faire disparaître
parce que c’était pour toi
et que tu n’étais plus là
que finalement
tu n’en voulais pas
j’ai voulu l’effacer
ce truc que j’ai trouvé là à l’intérieur de moi
doux
gentil
amoureux
c’était mon cœur qui bat, qui battait pour toi
alors j’ai décidé de le garder
et de le fêter
ce gentil cœur
maintenait brisé
qui aimait ton prénom
la texture de tes cheveux
tes beaux yeux
ta voix aux tons chaleureux
ta peau un peu foncée
ta bite
ma foi oui
ta bite
j’ai décidé de fêter tout ça
tout cette amour
toute cette poésie
qui était là
en moi
130824
j’ai été cassée en pleins de petits morceaux
éparpillés de ci de la
je les recolle avec patience
mon courage
ma curiosité
mon effronterie
ma capacité de poser des questions
mes fesses peureuses
je pourrais écrire un livre sur mes fesses peureuses
mais pour le moment
je les recolles
you're an habit I want to quite
“Et ce brin de bruyère Un souvenir pour récompense [...] Un oiseau chante je ne sais où C'est je crois ton âme qui veille Les mois, comme toujours, ont passé, les saisons Mais moi je suis resté le même Qui attend que revienne le printemps Qui aime et qui espère Connaître la fin de l'hiver“
il y a ma voix perdue quelque part là
Extreme independence is a trauma response This. Hits. Hard. The inability to receive support from others is a trauma response. Your “I don’t need anyone, I’ll just do it all myself” conditioning is a survival tactic. And you needed it to shield your heart from abuse, neglect, betrayal, and disappointment from those who could not or would not be there for you. From the parent who was absent and abandoned you by choice or the parent who was never home from working three jobs to feed and house you. From the lovers who offered sexual intimacy but never offered a safe haven that honored your heart. From the friendships and family who ALWAYS took more than they ever gave. From all the situations when someone told you “we’re in this together” or “I got you” then abandoned you, leaving you to pick up the pieces when shit got real, leaving you to handle your part and their part, too. From all the lies and all the betrayals. You learned along the way that you just couldn’t really trust people. Or that you could trust people, but only up to a certain point. Extreme-independence IS. A. TRUST. ISSUE. You learnt: if I don’t put myself in a situation where I rely on someone, I won’t have to be disappointed when they don’t show up for me, or when they drop the ball... because they will ALWAYS drop the ball EVENTUALLY right? You may even have been intentionally taught this protection strategy by generations of hurt ancestors who came before you. Extreme-independence is a preemptive strike against heartbreak. So, you don’t trust anyone. And you don’t trust yourself, either, to choose people. To trust is to hope, to trust is to be vulnerable. “Never again,” you vow. But no matter how you dress it up and display it proudly to make it seem like this level of independence is what you always wanted to be, in truth it’s your wounded, scarred, broken heart behind a protective brick wall. Impenetrable. Nothing gets in. No hurt gets in. But no love gets in either. Fortresses and armor are for those in battle, or who believe the battle is coming. It’s a trauma response. The good news is trauma that is acknowledged is trauma that can be healed. You are worthy of having support. You are worthy of having true partnership. You are worthy of love. You are worthy of having your heart held. You are worthy to be adored. You are worthy to be cherished. You are worthy to have someone say, “You rest. I got this.” And actually deliver on that promise. You are worthy to receive. You are worthy to receive. You are worthy. You don’t have to earn it. You don’t have to prove it. You don’t have to bargain for it. You don’t have to beg for it. You are worthy. Worthy. Simply because you exist.
Jordan Muench
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LIFE
life, believe, is not a dream so dark as sages say; oft a little morning rain foretells a pleasant day. sometimes there are clouds of gloom, but these are transient all; if the shower will make te roses bloom, o why lament its fall ? rapidly, merrily, life's sunny hours flit by, gratefully, cheerily, enjoy them as they fly ! what though Death at times steps in, and calls our Best away? hat though sorrow seems to win, o'er hope, a heavy sway? yet Hope again elastic springs, unconquered, though she fell; still buoyant are her golden wings, still strong to bear us well. manfully, fearlessly, the day of trial bear, for gloriously, victoriously, can courage quell despair !
- CHARLOTTE BRONTË