P a r a d o x

I either write words that kissed the skin or paper cuts fingers.

[shareaquote]

We always read these love poems and novels about loved ones. We always hear love and lust songs. We always hear the phrase “There’s something about her/him…” We always see people suffering after a fight or break up with their loved one. We always catch someone staring at another in an attentive way. We ask ourselves, what is it that makes someone so attached to another? What is it that makes someone want someone so badly? What is it that makes people get high on love and lust? and then I ask myself, Is it possible that I am living on the same standards? Loving someone and making eternal promises? Wanted by someone so badly? The thing is, we all live in an infinite cycle of emotions, that we have become oblivious to what they really are. All we really care about is finding these things, despite the fact that we may already have them. But we end up wanting them with the people who will never give them to us, and that is why love is always a strange word to us.

fuxkd-up-dreamers (via wordsnquotes)

[poems-and-words]

Book of the week: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

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[poems-and-words]

Book of the week: Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher

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[farewell]

The Virgin Suicides ( 1999 )

[wordsnquotes]

There are poets who sing you to sleep and poets who ready you for war and I want to be both.

Ashe Vernon (via wordsnquotes)

[lunacrystals]

Everything is temporary.

3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via conflictingheart)

[thelovejournals]

There are few people whom I really love and still fewer of whom I think well.

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice  (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in seeing someone from across the room and knowing instantly that they’re going to matter to you.

Ryan O’Connell (via thelovejournals)

[thequotejournals]

I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.

Anaïs Nin (via wordsnquotes)

[nad-hi-ra]

He come knocking at her door with a bunch of new hope. Her ego said "oh what a coincidence” but everything inside her scream “Please, I’ve been waiting so long” And she’s never been so scared of anything but to open her door.

N. y

[buttersvelvethead]

[wordsnquotes]

My grandmother once told me, ‘Relationships are work, honey, and they aren’t 50/50. Some days when I get up I only feel like giving 10%, then your granddaddy has to give 90% that day. But there is always 100% love.'”

Leigh Ann Lunsford (via wordsnquotes)

[bookmania]

And the good writer chooses his words for their ‘meaning,’ but that meaning is not a set, cut-off thing like the move of knight or pawn on a chess-board. It comes up with roots, with associations, with how and where the word is familiarly used, or where it has been used brilliantly or memorably.

Ezra Pound, ABC of Reading (via bookmania)

[nad-hi-ra]

I honestly don’t know who am I anymore. I am either lost or dead inside.

Written at 12:34 AM

[nad-hi-ra]

I am slowly burning myself while trying to be the light for others. I am starting to lose who I am while trying to be what others expect me. I am forgetting all of my dreams in order to bring others dreams to life.

(Everything I do for my parents)

[bullletproof-love]

Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.

[comic-canary]

My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.

Who alway got in trouble? Me.

They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.

She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.

The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.

[edmundo-noches-buckley]

I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.

So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize. 

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.

These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me. 

“Melissa, did you punch him?” 

“Yes.” I said. 

“Why?” 

“Because he snapped my bra strap.” 

And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.” 

“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.” 

“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?” 

I didn’t get suspended that day.