a·drift

submerged and suspended

[sepeleo]

I am a woman

I am a woman expected to heed every beck and call - expected to be weak and silent. They see me as a stool, a stepping stone on their way to a throne built of the bones and dignity of my sisters before me. They expect me to be underfoot - to be swayed and painted on like a doll for their entertainment; a shiny toy to be displayed and played with. But the most painful wounds are inflicted by those you least expect to strike. I am thunder, I am lightning - the anger slowly brewing before exploding; the glint of the sword before it slices you in half, the creak of the bow before an arrow pierces you. I am the fire to burn down your arrogance, the numbing chill as the fear creeps in. Within my veins flows the sea to drown you in, and the drought to crack your hardened flesh. Your fortress shall crumble from the force of your undoing, and you shall be crushed by the weight of your sins. I am the hurricane that shall bring you to ruin, and the cold breeze that whispers: You are finished.

[sepeleo]

I have given so much of myself to the wrong people; They have chipped and taken and torn at my soul They have stripped me of my innocence and youth - of the trust and hope I once carried for the world My pride, my determination my character and identity all forcefully stolen and picked apart I kept the storm within me caged the violence in my veins seared the chaos within my mind; still, they rattled my being and baited my silence So now they have set free the titan within me along with the monster, the hurricane the thunder I tamed And they will learn what true vengeance looks like

[sepeleo]

My mother always warned me off boys with eyes that shine alight with mischief - crooked smiles and devious smirks that scream ego. They leave trails of broken hearts upon their wake; for as much as they are beautiful, they are twice as dangerous.

[sepeleo]

I log out for half a day and suddenly I’m bombarded with Sebastian Stan photos and interviews

what a time to be alive

[sepeleo]

Caffeine, bad decisions, and painfully awkward social interactions.

a.k.a. my life, a summary

[micdotcom]

Armaan Singh, a Sikh seventh grader at Nichols Junior High School in Arlington, Texas, was arrested last Friday for “making a terroristic threat,” despite the fact that police understood it was nothing more than a hoax. He is now wearing an ankle monitor and waiting for a court date to be set. [via Dallas News]

This, along with a potential hate crime involving pigs’ heads at a school shows just when you think anti-Muslim (and Sikh) bigotry can’t get any worse, it does.

[takingbackourculture]

This needs a lot more notes! Please reblog and spread!!

[thegraveyard-fills]

This is the part of the story when everyone is telling you to run… To love me, is to love a haunted house. It’s fun to visit once a year but no one wants to live there. And when you say, “tell me about the bad days,” it sounds like all the neighborhood kids daring each other to ring the doorbell.

[sepeleo]

Buzzz... Buzzz... Make that buzzing stop Buzzz... Buzzz... Too much noise makes thinking tough Buzzz... Buzzz... Why am I the only one Buzzz... Buzzz... Bothered by this infernal sound Buzzz... Buzzz... Buzzz... Are those words I hear? Buzzz... Buzzz... Buzzz... They are whispers I begin to fear BUZZZ... BUZZZ... BUZZZ... These voices they keep telling me BUZZZ... BUZZZ... BUZZZ... Things I understand so scarcely BUZZZ BUZZZ BUZZZ BUZZZ They have taken to screaming BUZZZ BUZZZ BUZZZ BUZZZ All at once they keep arguing BUZZZBUZZZBUZZZBUZZZBUZZZ They keep drowning all my thoughts away BUZZZBUZZZBUZZZBUZZZBUZZZ I am now unsure of the things I say BUZZZBUZZZBUZZZBUZZZBUZZZBUZZZ My demons thrive, these voices in my head

[sepeleo]

I am the hurricane that brought my own ruin;

the fire that burned my dreams,

the wind that misplaced my drive

I am the foundation of the walls I can't escape;

the monster I fear at night,

the drought that cracked my mind

I am the demon of my own personal hell;

the hand that drew my inked mistake,

the fall that chipped my stability

I am the murderer that killed my own being.

[sepeleo]

You are my favorite bad habit; the lit nicotine stick I swore I'd bend, the horrible tattoo I said I wouldn't get I'd take all of you in even when I've had enough too much to drink but still sobered up, the last lie I promised I would not say a cluttered pile I have yet to sort away. You're a carefree hello worth such a strained good bye

[mello-dramatic]

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

[subvertcliche-archived-deactiva]

THIS IS THE BEST POST

I HAVE EVER SEEN

EVER

[iuweqnc4ew]

they really do mean everyone

[sepeleo]

EVERYONE?

[peacequill]

HE DID THE THING. HE DID A THOUSAND MILES.

[sepeleo]

I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING MORE GLORIOUS.

[agarthanguide]

Presented without comment.

EXCEPT to say- commonplacecaz.

[ladynorbert]

This made me cry. Someone gets it.

[sepeleo]

Someone understands

[ialmostdos]

Then vs. Now

[sepeleo]

I had a dream last night

   Everything we worked for,

   every war we fought.

   every sea we crossed

   had all gone to waste

   the moment you said - 

"I think we've had enough"

   The nightmare started

   and I sat up in haste

   but then I realized the truth - 

The dream had ended

before it began

[riceisholy]

Note to self: Stay Body Positive

[magicbuffet]

i’ll reblog this forever

[sepeleo]

I was surrounded by darkness It devoured me. I saw nothing but a void, Hopeless. Permanent. Black. Pitch black. It was everywhere And I could not escape. So guess what? I had two choices; Give up and mourn My own fate Or become the darkness I chose the latter, Darkness I became. Inspired by: Cosmic Love, Florence + The Machine