As a child, I always cried.
“Cried like a blue jay,” my grandma would say.
Ironic because as a child, I hated blue jays.
Because they always cried.
As a teenager, I hated myself.
I hated myself because I always cried.
I couldn’t control it.
Tears would take over every time I felt just a little too much,
It was unlike everyone else.
Why couldn’t I be like everyone else?
As an adult, I grew to love myself.
I grew to love myself because I always cry.
I cry when I’m sad, when I’m mad, but also when I’m happy or overwhelmed with love.
It’s not a weakness, but a gift, unlike everyone else.
In a world that makes you believe being vulnerable is weak,
I’m vulnerable because it’s me
I drown myself with work to keep from coming home, because when I do I remember that I am alone
Coming to the realisation that I’m not a desirable guy. Like whatsoever. Makes sense I guess. So, my love and sexual energy, hopefully that dies, will just have to be channeled into something else. I have to quit wanting a companion. I have to delete that feeling altogether.
Middleton actually looks like Kobe 💀
Views, straws, metal, dough, my words, and my actions. All of these things have one thing in common…they can be twisted into something completely different.
I have strived to be the bigger and better person…and have come out exhausted.
How can I only think of myself when someone I love goes through so much pain.
Spill your lies about me like milk, and the aftermath will smell rotten my friend.
No one cares to help me, so why help me?
Ever felt like there’s someone there that’s worth putting all your attention towards, but at the same time you feel like you don’t wanna risk anything because of the fact that you don’t feel ready to be in relationship and feel like you have things you have to take care of first in your life? But at the same time you also think to yourself, “what if this moment doesn’t happen again? Or what if this person is the one and I’m just letting him go?”
I always think of that one episode of Pokémon where Jesse decided to move on to her dancing school instead of staying in her hometown with the guy she liked, who liked her back and ended up not being a dancer in the end. Which she regretted. Anyways it’s the whole like “If you find the chance for love, you should take it” kind of meaning.
I wrote the perfect letter finally putting into words how I felt about someone after so many years. I felt so vunerable and so honest with myself after so long. I decided to throw it in the fireplace instead of ever doing anything with it. Now I find myself trying to rewrite that letter. But maybe this me finally accepting the fact that it is in the past and I can’t go back and fix it anymore.
You ever just…. remember that Van Gogh episode and…. yeah T^T
okay so I am HYPED for Clone Wars season seven, but I am also terrified. It is going to be PAIN. I mean, they’re bringing Echo back, and he’s going to find out that Fives is dead. It’s going to be heartbreaking.
not to mention that we have to go through Order freaking 66 again. There will be feels and I am not prepared.
Just Listen to what I’m feeling,
Me seeing all the cool accounts on my feed having fun rping and answering questions while I’m 2 nervous 2 even ask something without being anonymous
I will never be able to find the exact combination of traits that you have in another person. So how am I supposed to let go?