Anna

Thoughts bled into words like rain falling into the ocean.

[theanna03]

End of Times

It feels as though a glass piece of us fell and shattered into a million pieces. And we'll never get that piece back.

[theanna03]

Love: My Full-Time Career

If you want love

You have to work at it

Constantly

They always need to be considered

In the back of your mind

Their emotions put before yours sometimes

Your tongue to be bitten sometimes

But it’s worth it

Oh man is it worth it

That feeling of love straight to my icy core

I’m melting...

And I think I like it

[theanna03]

Am I a Bitch?

Being a bitch is the same as being crazy.

No one knows they're a bitch,

Or if they do they're a mega-bitch.

Everyone says I'm a bitch.

Am I crazy to think they're wrong?

That they're just misreading me?

Or am I a bitch and I just don't know it.

[theanna03]

05•08•17 | 2:34AM

Sitting on an edge Looking at an edge The edge of the City Back-lit by the setting sun I look to my left and see A tree that color green You can only get in Springtime I am sitting at the perfect angle For the top of a high tree branch To be afire from the Burnoff of a nearby factory It's white flames licking the Pale blue sky Off the my right I see the Setting sun again, slowly bleeding the Night sky black I jump off the edge Into the dark night, I go

[theanna03]

Chapstick Kisses

The best way to put on chapstick is by kissing someone who just put some on 😉

[theanna03]

What about ear holes?

I wonder if ear holes get bigger over time if you use earbuds often..

[theanna03]

Can't have that cake

I think the person in the apartment next to me is baking a cake because I can smell it and I'm really jealous I won't get any...

[theanna03]

Thank you kind sir

I forgot what it’s like to have someone go below...

*The thought repeating in my head right now: Mmm, hot damn, I feel great!

[thedesigndome]

A Single Book Can Alter The Strongest Of Foundations

Installation artist Jorge Mendez Blake creates a powerful brick sculpture titled “The Castle”. The intimidating wall, formidable and erect, loses its symmetry and forms a rift at the point where a book it inserted at its root. 

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[theanna03]

How old are we again?

I'm almost positive we're both doing the same thing. One of us will text the other and based on the time it takes the other to respond, you respond in kind. For example, I accidently took 15 minutes to reply so you took 25. C'mon we both know we like each other, let's stop being kids about it please. ...Responds 30 minutes later

[theanna03]

What is this?

I've never felt this before. The fear that if it is too quiet in the room you might hear my heart beating wildly out of my chest. You excite me so much that my blood pumping through my veins causes me to feel terrified.

[theanna03]

The story of how I failed my best friend.

My best friend has been getting more and more depressed over the last 12 months. 

I’ve seen her go from a beautiful flower of a girl, of a daughter, of a student, of a friend then the winds of the world started to rip into her soul and take all the happiness out of her. 

She thinks she’s not smart, she thinks she’s not pretty, she thinks no one should love her, she thinks, and thinks and thinks.. 

She wants to sleep and sleep and sleep. 

I’ve tried to counter her negative thoughts over and over,

And she keeps them coming endlessly flowing and flowing and flowing.

She tried suicide once but told me she failed,

So I checked her into a center hoping that others could help.

They did, for a time but then she got out and fell down, down, down again.

So I continued to try and help her see the light in her life,

The things she could be, could do, the places she could go. 

Then something else started to happen...

I started to feel those howling winds tearing at my ribcage,

to get to my fragile heart. 

Of course, the winds have now settled and they’re more of a hum around my ever weakening heart.

But that didn’t mean I gave up on her. 

I tried to find outlets for her, tried to do activities with her, tried to find things and people she might like. 

I put so much of my energy into trying to make her better, and my heart kept darkening. 

But I’m exhausted. 

I can’t keep trying to help her. 

I’m sick of her self-deprecating moods.

I’m tired of telling her over and over the same things. 

Trying to make her feel happy, or pretty, or smart.

Trying to help her help herself. 

So I’m giving up on her. 

Because I can’t help her anymore without hurting myself.

And I hate myself for it. 

[theanna03]

Random Thought #82,317

Why do they have voices that introduce hosts? I feel like that's redundant, or rude because then someone need to introduce the voice that introduces the host... but where does it end?!

[theanna03]

Should I rekindle this fire?

I have to contain myself near you this time around. It’s going to be hard. Cause my heart starts starts to flutter, Just thinking about seeing you again. Is this a smart move, to poke these embers? If I’m not careful, I will start a roaring fire. Only it will just be inside me, and I’ll burn you and then I’ll be left freezing again. You could always turn your fire up for a quick burst, but that would burn me. So I have to use caution rekindling this fire. I have to use my head quickly or my heart, with it's rapid beat near you, will fan the fire back to full force.

[theanna03]

I've really been beating myself up lately... over everything, over anything. The funny part is I've been doing so much better personally lately. Other than losing my job, I've been working out, trying to eat right, being myself, not needing a man, wearing zero makeup or just mascara, staying POSITIVE about life or during an argument (a.k.a. watching that my sharp tongue doesn't cut those I love so much anymore)... But still my mind is barraging me with unpleasant memories. It's as if my outer shell is trying to be well but inside there's a darkness, trying to work its way through my body to the outside. It's tough fighting that darkness.

[wordsnquotes]

I’m not for everyone. I’m barely for me.

Marc Maron  (via wordsnquotes)

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