#imconfusedtoo

[just-me-1313]

[seraphicsoda]

some of y’all are not real yearners

if you’ve never had a fuck ass bob don’t speak in it

[crystlcuts]

i hate how slow i am, i sometimes dnt evn realize it and tht makes it worse. i swear i try

[bigcitydreams414]

The Snow is Bright but the Flowers Have Color

Blankets of snow on everything unprotected illustrate an abyss of imagined possibilities. The ground will shudder. What's left to live will tremble and shake. Time won't exist while everything drags and reverberates and ends up as an exhausting cycle that drowns out the sense of cold and hopelessness and leaves in it's place a disgusting canvas of mess and gloom to envelope her. Soon enough she will feel truly dead. Without life. Without the least bit a sliver of warmth. She will need water Yes, water. The cold exterior she had installed will no longer look strong or unbothered. It will appear morose. But you will dig deep enough, completely enthralled by the seemingly endless grace and cleanliness, and you will find the solid ugliness of the truth. The dirt with potential. The life clippings so condensed they won't appear at first glance. So hidden under the beauty of cold and blankness that not even the ones who take a handful of deception with every interaction would have been able to leave an impression. She doesn't need you to help her sprout. She is capable of growing even if she feels stuck to her roots. She will need you to appreciate. Because snow will melt just as caterpillars build their own caccoon. The seasons will change with or without you, but she needs someone to see the beauty only she can instill. The snow is bright but the flowers have color She doesn't realize her own fall is a step to her own spring.

[calishi]

I used to write, discuss, post a lot more on Tumblr but for some reason  nowadays my head feels empty.

I haven't read a book in 2 months. 

I'm only worried about the next meeting, the next call conference or the next flight.