You are your own perplex

I'll demonstrate my demons using you as an example.

[micoelsigno-blog]

I chose to stay with him for all the things he's done right; not the one thing he's done wrong. I chose to forgive him

The Vow

[micoelsigno-blog]

If I can just stare at your eyes and expose myself, but that’s over. It was over the moment I broke you. I broke the only mirror I could really reflect myself with. I broke the only person I see myself on. 

And I miss you.

[teenagehipst3r]

[thaddeuslowe-blog-deactivated20]

“Meditation is not a surrender. It is not a demand. It is not forcing existence your way. It is relaxing into the way existence wants you to be. It is a let-go.” - Osho

[purplebuddhaproject]

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[micoelsigno-blog]

I wake up again, good, that is good.

Cold floor, yes, can you remember ? 

Yes.

What did you do ?

Nothing that you didn’t do, I hear clicking.

Is that them again ? Yes, they are.

What will we do ? Hide quick.

No, go behind the doors.

What ? Bash them. No that is bad.

Yes, still I went near.

Are they not bad ? Yes they are.

Then kill, free is what next.

You are worthy.

They are coming near, what will we do ?

Beat or be beaten, is it not it have always been ?

Huh ? I ask you myself, how more beating ?

How many more lashes ? I can still take hundred.

How many more punches ? I can endure couple of dozen.

How many ribs can you break ? I can let them break.

I’m done with you ? No, please stay.

Door clutters, we fall.

What do we do ? Get the piece of wood.

She raised her hand. Grab it.

She’s fast, shit he’s aiming for you gut.

Painful. But cannot process it, worse is to come.

Fight, you coward, fight you good for nothing thrash, let me fight.

No they are family. So they worse than animals.

No. They are my flesh and blood.

Yes. They tore enough flesh and blood from us.

No. 

Another punch in my eye, spewing dirt on my face. 

That’s my face, let me get take over.

No. I can’t.

You can, you slowly losing control.

No. Please don’t.

You can’t beg, you know it’s near.

Close your eyes, this won’t be long.

Pick up the hatchet, sleep myself.

When you wake up, after the crimson pool.

You’re fee. You won’t be needing me.

All that happens next is freedom.

All that will ever matter is we’re alive.

Alive.

[teenagehipst3r]

[micoelsigno-blog]

Sometimes colder.

[micoelsigno-blog]

I’m a math major studying and I was like.

image: https://www.google.com.ph/search?q=fuck+math&biw=1366&bih=667&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiehZCzraTMAhVHOJQKHa7vAnEQ_AUIBigB#imgrc=VKn_D0QdwMEueM%3A

[micoelsigno-blog]

Being strong is not the ability to face trials alone, it is when one admits that he needs other to pull through it.

Random

[micoelsigno-blog]

life is compared to a journey we take different vehicles to different travels compares it by altitude compares it by speed compares it who you meet along the road anything can happen happy can be you sad can be you life is unpredictable and so is every trip some saw wars some did love love for time appreciates youth some saw accidents many dead yes many hurt yes but one’s travel continues we learn and we ride a new vessel car it is plane it is so can be submarine as long as we want travel never ends road can be bumpy but it’s not the destination that matters what you learned is even how tiring even how many you left even how many left you even how many remained even who you are is not who you are the end will never be near but it will always be worth it you will remember every first step on platform every signal for end of trip you will seek the feeling of air on every angle you will find yourself that your body is a vessel and life is your own very own travel you are in control of your is the journey you only have.

- ‘Travelling’ Poem

[micoelsigno-blog]

Sins are never really sins. Sins existed when man learned to go beyond what he can take. Sloth, too much rest. 

Sloth, too much rest. Lust, too much pleasure. Envy, too much dissatisfaction. Gluttony, too much consumption. Pride, too much love for one's self. Greed, too much possession for one's self. Wrath, too much of everything.

[psych2go]

If you like these posts, check out @psych2go.

[flamingexdee]

@that last one, I must be a genius then

[psych2go]

If you’re interested in finding out more about the studies behind the last post, you can read it here: http://www.psych2go.net/people-who-sleep-late-tend-to-have-a-higher-iq/

[micoelsigno-blog]

The last one makes me a God.

[hopelxss]

Do NOT blame suicidal people for wanting to die

They can’t help it.

They are in a kind of pain you can’t even imagine.

The last thing they need is more guilt.

They trusted you enough to tell you, don’t guilt trip them.

If you don’t know how to help them, please ask a professional for advice.

It takes much strenght to survive suicidal thoughts. They are strong but they need help and support. 

It is NOT their fault, nor yours. They just need support.

Suicidal pain is exhausting and they only want to rest. Try to understand, not blame them.

They need professional help.

They are not selfish.

They are ill.

[micoelsigno-blog]

Kodaline - Moving On

Videoclip

Move on.

[wnq-writers]

I don’t need another temporary person. I want someone who, even when I am an unlovable mess, will look at me with love in their eyes and stay.

(via missinyouiskillingme)

[micoelsigno-blog]

Love was not meant to be all butterflies and kisses, sometimes it's pain. Sometimes death. Sometimes you will regret why did you love because you're hurt. But love's essence is not reciprocation. We love not to be loved back but just simply because we want to and we can. Whatever we do, even how pathetic it is, it's because we love. And because we love, we grow. And the way you love, that is what truly defines you

[teenagehipst3r]

[micoelsigno-blog]

Somewhere not here please.