#wordsforthought

[larimar]

hermidlifeempowerment

[deathfleurs]

logorrhea

a rapid, uncontrollable flow of words *endless chatter*

[adviceformefromme]

How do you create peace in a mind that is cluttered with damaging thoughts? You set the intention. You set the intention for peace in your mind, you close your eyes and you ask for peace in whatever words are right for you (you can even do this now as you read), you ask the universe, god, the ancestors, whoever you believe in, you ask for this peace in your mind. And you make it a priority to keep asking for peace in words that make sense to you, you might have to do this 20 times a day to begin with but I promise you, the negative evil voice that’s been holding you hostage from living your best life will start to fade away.

[lyricallyrational]

You want to run between lines

hide what you can't find

Take away your mundanity

make you aesthetic, alright .

But

what sweet disposition,

that is

your whole kind

To think there is such a thing

Hard enough to life ;

Science

Never showed you the best way

To cope with the daily ..

It's romanticism

That let you be appealing ..

Lyrics in your head feel

all daisies in your stomach

Butterflies in your mouth

But it's not real.

And you know why your mind never

lets you reveal

The Blindspot of all your fantasies .

-komal.

P.s.It's the second part of the poem from my last post !!

[itsallblazee]

I really hope that one day in like 5/10 years time I can be at peace with everyone in my past, I hope to remember a lot of people, I never want there to be a one that got away, want to feel complete knowing that all the shit I’ve gone through and will continue to go through won’t matter, it won’t be like this forever and I cannot wait.

[my-wirelessthoughts]

𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗.. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ♡

—Feelings

[fleurren]

4.10

The coffee shops in my dreams are unlike the ones I gravitate toward in real life; white, airy, bright with daylight. In the dreams they are the muted crimson of the brick that bleeds into its grey mortar as if a paintbrush dipped in dust was glided over it, over everything, to blend, to diminish-- There is no sun, though it is day. Empty green-tinged garbage cans are toppled over on the sidewalk, their sides concaved. The coffee is black and burnt. I take a seat outside because inside it is too cave-like: a dark hole that looks vacant from the outside. The sidewalk is sloped, leaving the cracked wooden tables on an uncomfortable incline. The coffee shop sits under a train overpass, the same green-tinged steel as the garbage cans. The dream repeats itself again and again, changing slightly each time. I am in a city, not my city. No one around. No one inside the coffee shop, no trains overhead, no sun. No light.

[soaked-roses]

i'm not the girl your friends warn you about. i won't kiss your older brother or break your heart. i won't make you choose between your friends and me. i'm not that person. i will love you with all my heart. i will hold you when you cry. i will stay with you until you decide otherwise.

m.r.l. // power