“You can run, run, run away from a lot of things in life, but you can’t run away from yourself. And the key to happiness is to understand and accept who you are.”
— Dale Archer
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“You can run, run, run away from a lot of things in life, but you can’t run away from yourself. And the key to happiness is to understand and accept who you are.”
— Dale Archer
I wish for a men who would treat me like I am a delicate doll that's made out of porcelain. Too afraid to break me and too afraid to get the smallest speck of dust on me. Someone who admires me to the point of whorship, as if my body is a sacred temple and my heart is the Garden of Eden. Where he can relish, and enjoy every type of harvest, and rest under a gentle shade protecting him from the harsh sun. Where he can dip himself in the waters after a hard day out. Where he can relax, and take secret refuge from living in a tough reality. Where he can have everything he wants. Unless he takes a bike from the forbidden apple—shattering my heart into a million pieces—then he could be banished to the deepest pits of hell.
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what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy
“dressed up but with nowhere to go, tears falling down when the lights are low. another Friday night tryna put on a show,hate the weekend 'cause nobody's calling. I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin”
My brain is so fucking loud.
I need it all to stop.
Everything.
I can't keep living this life anymore.
“I stay up all night tell myself I’m alright. How I love again? how do I trust again?”
Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
Helen Oyeyemi, from White is for Witching
Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
“I'm tired of tryna please someone who doesn't even care what's on my mind. let me go, I don't need you to wipe my tears. don't you know I'm only tryin' to disappear?”
I feel like my lips need KISSING
I hate it
I wanna be loved as in I want my waist to be held to pull me closer I want forehead kisses I want my hair stroked through I wanna be held to sleep as a matter of fact I wanna be held and never let go of I want my cheeks to be gently caressed I want my soul to be emerged with someone else’s
“a sadness felt by my entire being rises from my soul to my mind - a bitter awareness that everything is a sensation of mine and at the same time something external, something not in my power to change.”
“ my life feels to me like the life they have. By day they're full of meaningless activity; by night they're full of a meaningless lack of it. By day I am nothing, and by night I am I.”
Don't you put any more stress on yourself
It's one day at a time