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I ain't sorry

The 20s are suppose to be the happiest years of your life. You finally have figured out what you want from your life family and friends. I have apologized over and over again and tried to open my brain up to understand all different types of people. We all fuck up. We all can be closed minded. But finally by this age I really am happy with the person I have Became and maybe that's not perfect to some people but I'm completely okay with that. I made my fucking Amends.. I've closed out all my fucking demons.. So are you ready to close out yours? This isn't about feeling better than anyone.. This is truly based on the feeling of happiness and closing out the parts that ruin your HAPPINESS. I have no room for unapologetic people in my life. I literally have all the love and forgiveness to give but I promised myself years ago that for one second if someone is not ready to open up and treat me with respect then I will not fucking give you the time a day. I'm not 12 misunderstood close minded teen.. I'm a grown ass women ready to conquer the world with my people. Call me corny call me fake call me whatever the hell you want but I officially know who I am. Take a look around and see why people are treating you the way your being treated. You might just learn something.

#spilled ink #spilled thoughts #happiness #iaintsorry

story-dj

Do not leave words unspoken. Words are living creatures and they will decay, rot.

Could You Ever Live Without? (via story-dj)

latenightcornerstore

More than anything, I’m grateful that this new chapter of my life is completely devoid of you. That you don’t know anything about my new job, or the new book I’m writing. That my room looks nothing like it did the last time you slept here. That I’ve washed my sheets half a dozen times since you touched them. I’ve bought three new lamps, which means my life is officially brighter without you in it. You were the worst depressive spell I’ve had in years. Less than two weeks after you’d gone, my whole world was back in color.

MOVING ON by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

Feliphe Veiga

A splash of color amongst the dead leaves and dry grass Hope, poking it’s nose through the rain and the snow and the hail A bloom, with arms outstretched, reaching for the sky Petals and pollen and nectar to tingle and tantalize the senses This is what you are You are surprise and forgiveness and calm You are music and laughter and life You are a wildflower symphony and I want you to be the soundtrack to my life

Max Mundan, Wildflower Symphony

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maxmundan

You’ve been gone Almost three years gone and my throat is clogged with words that I should have said but never did and I can’t spit them out can’t cough them out, can’t regurgitate them My only choice is to swallow them and let them live inside me, let them breed See what they breed inside me You’ve been gone Almost three years gone and I can still see your face as if you’re standing right in front of me and I want to take that face in my hands and cover it with kisses and tell you that everything’s gonna be alright, that everything is going to be fine, even though I know that’s total bullshit, that it’s a fucking lie and everything is never going to be alright now that you’re gone You’ve been gone Almost three years gone and I fear that your heart is dark with hatred for me for the love I withheld and the games that I played to push you away but I hope where you’ve gone that the hatred is gone the pain and the fear are gone where you’ve gone where you’ve gone You’ve been gone Almost three years gone now but you’re still here inside

Max Mundan, Almost Three Years Gone

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maxmundan

Cocoon me tightly within the supple shelter of your arms and legs the words are not enough Baptize me gloriously in the silken waterfall of your kiss and skin the words are not enough This glib, this gab this charm and magic this easy erudition chafes, dries and cracks then crumbles into dust I will, gladly give my body to you when the words are not enough Celebrate me endlessly with the serene snowfall of your eyes and fingers the words are not enough Educate me lasciviously inside the lustful cave of your thoughts and desires the words are not enough This poetry, this verse this diatribe and rant this bland erotolalia has been stripped of all it’s comfort I will lay down my life for you when the words are not enough

Max Mundan, When the Words Are Not Enough

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maxmundan

We have dank and musty mines rich with veins of deceit hidden in our secrets pointing our crooked fingers and shouting the same vile names at others we bestow upon ourselves in the lonely hours of the night We may not want to admit it but this is who we are We have wild lust and abandon in our hearts and self righteous judgment on our lips We are serial killers of history covering our tracks with Bible verses and burying our victims beneath the weight of our self delusion We don’t want to look in the mirror but this is who we are We are cynical doctors and hard hearted nurses writing our prescriptions in invisible ink We are back-stabbing shepherds leading our flock to the edge of the cliff while promising Disneyland™ We’re not prepared to look at the truth but this is who we are We are black marker holding librarians redacting the morals from all the books on our shelves We’re street-pimp priests demanding an audience at our brother’s throats rather than time spent in each other’s hearts We are sad and we are silly but this is who we are

Max Mundan, This is Who We Are

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maxmundan

We have dank and musty mines rich with veins of deceit hidden in our secrets pointing our crooked fingers and shouting the same vile names at others we bestow upon ourselves in the lonely hours of the night We may not want to admit it but this is who we are We have wild lust and abandon in our hearts and self righteous judgment on our lips We are serial killers of history covering our tracks with Bible verses and burying our victims beneath the weight of our self delusion We don’t want to look in the mirror but this is who we are We are cynical doctors and hard hearted nurses writing our prescriptions in invisible ink We are back-stabbing shepherds leading our flock to the edge of the cliff while promising Disneyland™ We’re not prepared to look at the truth but this is who we are We are black marker holding librarians redacting the morals from all the books on our shelves We’re street-pimp priests demanding an audience at our brother’s throats rather than time spent in each other’s hearts We are sad and we are silly but this is who we are

Max Mundan, This is Who We Are

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moonlyaffairs

Two years later A girl sits in front of her ex lover. He doesn’t say a word And her heart doesn’t ache for him anymore. Her hair is longer than it’s ever been. She is even more beautiful than the day he left her. And at that moment, He panics. He lost her. And he can never have her back. He can just watch her be beautiful And in love With someone else.

Zienab Hamdan (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

quotemadness

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

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