#thingsthatmakesyougohmm

[sdwalton]

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[rehdogg]

#thingsthatmakesyougohmm

[yarafarrah]

[yarafarrah]

"Are you really happy or really just comfortable?"

[lifethroughpages-blog]

-and that when someone leaves you cold out there in the open, you can always wrap yourself on your own cape, and be your own hero instead.

Things from the ashes-Sherrie Angelie

[wanderdrey]

Once when I was a child, my shrink said, "Your mind is playing tricks on you." I pictured my mind as a mean little boy, taunting me in a horrific Halloween costume. -- excerpt from the book High Maintenance by Jennifer Belle

[chaosextravagance]

"The thing I'm most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I'm going to do. Of not knowing what I'm doing right now." -- Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 Art by Audrey San Gabriel

[chaosextravagance]

If many days ago Someone asked me If I would take a hurricane over a breeze I would’ve laughed Yes, a hundred times yes A torrent was always better than a trickle, an avalanche more alive than a rolling stone Chaos and the promise of probability it sustained I lived for that For time was running out. The allure of madness, the illusion of sheer brilliance weaved around disarray as a way of life Was all that I had idolised From one tragic love story to the next I was collecting heartbreak and personal awakenings like flowers Except, my sunny days were tearful nights And sleepless hours counted with cigarettes Strewn amidst half hearted resolutions And poetry that told me I was special I loved it I loved the rush of each new beginning And I knew the horror of the endings But I had never known the middle For life was short And middle takes time But time was running out. I met you and I wouldn’t say That lightning struck or stars were brighter Because they weren’t For the first time Stars shone as they should The World was still moving And life as I knew it did not change For the first time I was at the beginning And somehow, there was a middle It was happening to me With no end in sight I asked you, and you said You would take a light drizzle over a storm That made no sense to me I said we wouldn’t last long, the end was near You just said There’s still time. I no longer collect heartbreak In fact, I no longer want to think of myself as someone Whose mornings are new beginnings And nights – some kind of rebirth This is my middle And it’s beautiful The sun and the moon ascend each day And I still go on For chaos spread evenly over a long, long time Is what the middle should be And that’s how the planets were built And cities and monuments And human history Because love only feels like chaos when we count the days And I’ve stopped counting, with you There’s still time, there always will be For time doesn’t exist. — Written by Malvika Arora