#latenighttruths

[butterthekhattar]

Tonight I sit on the fence that separates loneliness from solitude. I didn’t expect it to be comfortable, but it is. An earnest man sits on the same fence and turns to face me. He looks comfortable too. If I befriend him we will find joys and sorrows of each other's company and lose our seats.

[butterthekhattar]

"You don't have to give up on your romantic sense of the world if he cannot be a part of it." It has to be exclusive of him because it has always been. Has has been in the presence of it and strangely that is also what he has also fallen for. This is the way I view the world. This is my light. Sometimes I see others entering this light. Sometimes I see others recognising themselves in it. I cannot make room for everyone but I can make room for myself.

[butterthekhattar]

"Where do we go from here?" "Whichever way looks right." "Lately, every way I turn to leads to certain failure. I don't want that to happen to us." "Would you just rather stay here instead? We can pitch a tent. Wait this out till you are ready to move ahead." "Sounds good."

[howyoulooksleeping-blog]

21 and never been in a relationship

[jessyward-blog1]

I still remember the day you left & never looked back. All the dreams and plans we had, you didn't need em. You moved on, while I stayed and prayed every night you'd make your way back to me. Then finally I stopped feeling sorry for myself and moved tf on. I believe God has a reason for everything & if it's meant to be it'll come back. Everything happens for a reason and all the pain shapes us into the person we're meant to be. It just took me a year and a half to stop hurting and the pain just became apart of who I was.

[420techno]

Those little addictions that makes you float a little when you finally give in for a fix.. I never thought it was possible to love and hate someone so much all at the same time. I need another glass of wine.

[butterthekhattar]

When I was a kid, I wanted to own a pet no one thought was cute. Ugly even. Or maybe one with three legs. I wanted to bring it home and love it, more so because I was sure no one else would. It's a vile thought now. To think that I was doing it only to stroke my ego. So pathetic. I think that sometimes it translates into my choice of men.

[butterthekhattar]

Mumbling

I think of the number of hours I choose to spend doing something and the same hours someone else chooses to do the things they love and how they are different from each other but then not so much. In essence the both of us are choosing to understand life in our own way.  Our compelling purpose is the same.  We want to achieve what we think is the best way to live life. We're all learning so many different things but then we're also learning the same thing. And now and then when we're putting a finger on that same thing while swirling drinks in our glasses during conversations or when we're just sitting around a bonfire on a star studded night, we're coming closer to understanding life.