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these white guys are saying Colin Kaepernick would get killed if he sat during the national anthem in Texas or Georgia or something and I’m like that’s exactly his point? that black people are being killed? so you’re proving his point? by saying he would be killed?

dream-in-hearts

Rivers

Why do people play so many games

When the truth is brighter than the sun

Commitment and communication

Are worth more than any crown

Everyone wants the throne

Diamonds aren’t the only expensive mineral

They can choke on their vitamins

Because all of that temporary

All of their shortcuts through the use of toxicity

Will only lead to more misery

The plastic desperately throwing the real away

In hopes of being recycled

Stepping on the innocent like stones

To get to the top

Further breaking the broken

To heal their self-inflicted mess

Clinging like leeches to the wings of butterflies

To not appear lonely or desperate

Oh the irony

It’s almost hilarious

But this way of thinking is sad and dangerous

Opinions do not cancel out facts

They would rather watch those they “cared” about

Wade in polluted water

Than accept that they were wrong

And sacrifice their champagne

To them, the good life

Is gossip, getting drunk on bitterness, and lying

To protect themselves

All while insisting that they’re good people

Life is meant for going with the flow

Each lesson is a river

Emptying into the ocean of human connection

But if you never make the effort to learn those lessons

What’s so special about you?

Acting like you’re above others

Won’t make you beautiful

Acting like a saint

Won’t erase your sins

Acting like a hero with a victim complex

Won’t change the reality of your hypocrisy

You’re not unique

For following the crowd and fitting in

You preach all the right words

Until your actions render them meaningless

You’re not an outlet of positivity

When you profit from negativity

You bask in your selfish, undeserved glory

And think you’re adored by many

So many are tired of your bullshit

But you love it

After all, it’s publicity

It’s attention

The fantasy that society has created for us to live in

You expect respect

While being disrespectful

You expect to be rewarded and praised

For doing the bare minimum to nothing

You smile in the face of confrontation

Yet, run away when the time arrives

To own up to your mistakes

There is a limit

On how much the intuitive will feel sorry for you

Because your apologies are hardly thrift store worthy

And your tides never change

So, how trustworthy are you really?

After every storm,

The tar stain on your heart remains

You speak your mind online just fine

But if every fish in the sea you’ve ever hurt

Were standing in front of you

Would you stay or leave?

Who’s laughing now?

Who’s drowning now?

Bragging about your materialism and opportunities

And the genuine, authentic souls

That you manipulated into your corner

Won’t make you less insecure

Considering yourself to be an esteemed figure

In high demand

Because of your popularity or follower count

Doesn’t make you less pathetic

Empathy and honesty

That’s the power of love

Flaws are part of human nature

But love is true power

No amount of fake

Or compassion with a hidden agenda

Will make you real

There is no filter

That can hide or wash away

The type of person you are

itswhatcouldhappen

“Is forever only till you find someone better than me? //I just read a book which deals with cheating. The ending in the book was a happy one but it is making me question everything- relationship, love, especially loyalty. How can I ever expect loyalty from someone when all around me ,I see, are examples of dishonesty, disloyalty? In books and in real life. It makes me wonder how people commit to someone else for their entire life. It makes me wonder about the meaning of forever. Is forever only till you find someone better then me? Or get bored with me? How is it possible that people use terms such as ‘love you forever’ so easily? Don’t they understand what forever means? I wonder looking at all this how do people even get into relationship knowing that there is a big chance that all of this is just a game for the other person? That all of this is going to lead you on a road of hurt. How do you know when you look at someone you love and know that they are yours and yours only? Is there even a way of knowing that? And if there isn’t how can I be expected to live peacefully wondering each and every moment whether he is cheating on me or not? Whether this is real or not? How do you even know that what the opposite person feels is permanent?” -(via @oxymoronicsoul) ——————————————————————————————-

She looked at me with the greatest tears in her eyes, asking these questions that seemed to have no answer. True, I thought, they may not have answers. I paused for a moment…thinking. I drew in a breath, “But that’s exactly what makes love so beautiful. The uncertainty is what brings both joy and sadness. It brings tears and pain. It brings friendship and compassion. In a world of superficiality, love seems to be able to ground us. It’s a reminder that in a world full of temptation and dishonesty and disloyalty, there can exist something pure and true. You may not like this answer, but yes, you’re right. There is no way of knowing for certain if that person’s love is true, but it doesn’t mean you need to run away. No. Stay. Stay and enjoy the present.” I paused and turned to her. The moonlight reflected off her tears. “There seems to be a spiritual compass that guides our hearts. You can tell when someone is looking for the next best thing. You know. You know a lot more than you credit yourself. Trust yourself. You have the answers, but sometimes, you turn away not wanting to face the truth. But I tell you this. When you find the love which ignites your soul on fire, embrace it. Run with it and don’t look back. Not all love is meant to last forever but that’s what makes you appreciate it even more. Knowing that love is not permanent. Not even life itself is permanent. So live for the moments because those moments are rare and special. And when you are laying there, on your bed one night, at 80 years old, you will see the flashbacks of your life and know that they meant something. Your heart will once again beat like it did before. Pain will come. It will always come. But what makes life beautiful is living a life filled with pain and still knowing how to love. Don’t ruin what you have. The future will come no matter what you do. Life could end tomorrow as we know it. So this I tell you…live. Live for today. Live for today and love with all your heart.”

I already knew what she was going to ask next: How do you know? I turned away from her. I looked up at the moon and the stars and dare uttered, “Because I’ve been doing it every day of my life since I met you.”

-E. Truths (response to the original post by @oxymoronicsoul

oxymoronicsoul

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oxymoronicsoul

I had to tell her. I didn’t know if it was real and mutual or just a figment of my imagination. But I had to tell her all the same. I wanted her to know that before her my life had been a soulless, colourless. Relentlessly boring in its entirety. Though she had stepped into my life straight from my nightmares, she was a vision woven from the fragments of my dreams. Before her, all I had ever known was the bleak gray of utter hopelessness but with her by my side in these few days, I had seen the blushing red of anticipation- the colour of her lips mixed in with a streak of yellow that was her lilting laugh, woven in threads of black so dark ,so rich just like her hair spilled on my pillow. She was a vision in technicolour set against the backdrop of my black and white world. Somehow when she was with me, my heart pounded in my chest and blood flowed through my veins with a purpose, with a vigor. I had always resented the inability to stop my heart. But standing here with Mara, her heart creating a symphony with mine, I was grateful, grateful that I had this chance to be with her. And as long as it was in my power, I wouldn’t let her go. Now that I’ve seen the riot of colours that is her, I can’t go back to being a blank canvas.

This is my entry for the arc contest. Inspired by snippets of Noah’s thoughts seen in the trilogy.

(via oxymoronicsoul)

nothingbutmeme

Pornhub comments are our only hope

hi-im-kairi

better than youtube

officialyasen

#it’s because everyone is in the post nut state of mind

allshewasisred

Are you afraid? -afraid of what? This. -what’s there to fear? We could fall. -we could also fly.

falling in love #1

(via allshewasisred)

allshewasisred

Part of me is dying to know Whether you will stay. Part of me is terrified For the day you fly away. Part of me is soaring Way above the clouds. Part of me is so in love It cannot see the ground. Part of me is breathless Every time I see you smile. Part of me is all in bits Thinking I might let you down. Part of me is changed forever Just from knowing you. Part of me is still shell shocked When you say you love me too.

falling in love #3

(via allshewasisred)

allshewasisred

When you leave, Do it at night, One last call. Even if it’s sad, Even if it hurts, It’s all I’ll ask. Not to hear your laugh, Your voice, One more time. Not to make it worse, Draw it out, Make me cry. Only cause it hurts Please don’t say Goodbye. Baby, When you leave, Say it soft When you go, Don’t say you’ll miss me, Say goodnight.

falling in love #10 (via allshewasisred)

allshewasisred

She was blue, Like the sea. A mind like the tide, Calling, come away with me. He was peach, Like the sunset. Or he was Amber, Pink… soft hints of Green. The prettiest shades she’d ever seen. She was quite shy, Her waves were ripples and bare. But when she wandered from her ocean, She’d find him, waiting there. He was kind, bright and true, All the things she’d never knew. Her colours changed, against his beam. Now she too, has hints of green.

falling in love #11 (via allshewasisred)

allshewasisred

Soft, serene. 1000 miles of blue. 10,000 seconds of my heart singing to you. Light, luminous. 2000 dreams with wings. 20,000 visions of us as queens and kings. Kind, kindles. 3000 flickers of passion. 30,000 glimmers of our eyes filled with compassion. Gentle, glistening. 4000 tides with sins. 40,000 waves of temptation where our story begins. You, yellowing. 5000 pages of stars. 50,000 stories in the sky but there’s not one like ours.

falling in love #13 (via allshewasisred)