#theprocast

[nikitaagupta]

Your shirt is sitting on my chair and I don’t know what to do with it. I can’t wear it because it reminds me too much of you. But I can’t put it away because I don’t want to forget you. I don’t want you to forget me. I don’t know what to do with it.

I still remember the day I stole that shirt. It was our first new years eye together and I was so cold in my dress. You told me not to wear a dress but I wanted to look pretty. I wanted you to feel that you’re fucking lucky to have me. But halfway in the party, I was shivering. So you took me to your room and put on a shirt and then a sweatshirt.

Four years later, I still have your shirt. You are gone but your shirt is here. But I don’t know what to do with it. I want to call you and tell you to take everything back. Take your shirt back and Take your girl back.

Your shirt//nikitaagupta

[theprocast]

You're a beautiful person, not because your face and body is pleasing to the eye, but because your kind, openhearted and accepting, you see the beauty in others, even when they can't find it in themselves. You're funny and sweet, full of life and wonder. Sometimes I wonder if you're even real, a mere human being like us, maybe you're an Angel, sent to show us how to see with our hearts and feel with our souls, instead of being captured by the vanity that our eyes hold.

— Marley C. | More Than Wonderful...

[leumas-nivek]

It’s in the bars where rum & cokes are more coke-flavored glasses of rum, on the nights

where the dusk bleeds into the fading cigarette smoke, where sidewalk confessions mix

with half-slurred truths—the asphalt becomes my tabernacle, I lay my offerings

at the feet of half-conscious zealots, I let your name seep back into my bloodstream like Caribbean rum, and it is here

that I try to forget just how much you burn

[luna-rav]

To fathom my own self

is my greatest misery

Neither the smiles

nor the tears tell my story

I smile because I'm supposed to

I cry because It's appropriate

I don't know me, I don't know

the person I've become but

I'm sure that who I am now is

a person the past me would hate

— s.a. "I'm my own mystery"

[soulfulreverie]

Woman, you deserve a man who loves you not only when it's convenient for him. You deserve a man who communicates with you and is transparent to you. Stop making yourself available to a man who's only available to you if he wants to take something from you. You're not somebody's fallback so do not let anyone treat you like that. You deserve so much better. Always remember, it's always as simple as this: if a man loves you, he will act accordingly.

[sadcabinet]

Handle me with care,

not because I am fragile,

but because,

if you break me you will not be the person who puts me back together again

[rabbruad1]

You don’t find treasure every day, so treasure who you want to stay.

Bruce Adler

[darlinngninawrites]

Hope

I tell my father living in this world, in this body feels like sitting in the waiting room of a slaughterhouse. my killer sharpens his knife, I know my flesh is up for sale, there'll be no debates, no bargaining my spare. You do not plead with the enemy here, the way you do not plead with a hurricane. they will tear through your homeland pluck your house from the ground by the root leave your body exposed, tender like decaying fruit. Father tells me hope is like a broken glass everyone can take a piece but must hold on to it carefully hope will cut your dreams and slice your memory hope is meticulously packaged by the enemy. "My child", he sobbingly exclaims, "Do not carry hope like a ring, it will settle on your finger, corrode its way into your limbs, do not swallow it whole because hope is slow acting poison, arsenic on the lips of Napoleon. My sweet daughter, carry hope like a bulletproof vest, let it protect you but never ingest you."