KAREN. XXI. ISFJ. Donāt call me unfeeling. Call me bitch, call me whore, call me slut - I can deal with that.I will walk away. I will laugh, and it will be a thousand times sharper than anything you could muster. But donāt call me unfeeling. Don't mistake my strength for callousness. I feel more than you could imagine. I am anger, and sadness, and love, and happiness. And I will not be simplified by the likes of you. var sc_project=11050448; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="89f70172"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write(""+"script>");
Sometimes, we are the oneās haunting ourselves. The ghosts, of our own demise. Replaying, and re-living the nightmares, of whatever killed us inside. We need someone to remind us, just to breathe.
Lillith Regina, āGhost of My Own Demiseā excerptĀ from, āMy PurgatoryāĀ Ā (via: poetic-sanctum)
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Iāve always had a longstanding dream, ever since I was a kid, where I was running on a big lake of ice and I kept running and kept running, just about to where I was trying to get to, and I fell through the ice, and then I couldnāt find the hole where I fell through to get back out again.