Yan yana olmak sanıyor.
Yan yana olmak sanıyor.
Some people need extra honey in their pot! Its a good thing Im Winnie the Pooh bitch💁🏼♀️
We are straddling two worlds, the one from which we have emerged from and the one toward which we are heading. That is the deepest meaning of the word “human,” that we are a link, a bridge, a promise.
Henry Miller, Sexus
Как-то Станиславского попросили описать глаголом, что значит любить. К нему предлагались различные варианты: дарить подарки и цветы, жить интересами любимого, пожирать глазами, петь от счастья и пребывать в эйфории.
Love flowing through my veins. Thought I was broken beyond repair. Guess it wasn’t me who was defective.
What a difference a few years made. The future looks better now, from what I once imagined.
Hope to walk with the one I love, under the starry skies and full moon.
I hate it when I watch videos to avoid a food attack and come as an advertisement pizza or other food … Arhg…
Cheating is like rape .. you fuck the soul in the worst way… Please be careful with your actions..
Ik had je mijn hart gegeven. En toen, gewoon op een dinsdagochtend, gaf je hem terug zonder nog om te kijken.
…it’s not that I ever meant to be different,
I wasn’t born defiant or starved or normality,
I’m not a shilling short of a bakers dozen
living in a bubble world of mythical reality.
Ask Alice, she’ll tell you of the suffocation
that comes at the hands of society
drip dropping their expectations
into your crisp white cotton petticoat…
it’s not that I mean to be different
Instinct is my determiner
and among the masses I am drowning
wallowing in muted browns that
suffocate my larynx…
Being different is my primal reflex
instinct screaming, survive, survive
to ignore this deep rooted
voice, sends shards of glass
through the matrix of my being
It’s not that I mean to be different
just authentic to the whispers
of my soul…
Ask the mad hatter, he knows…
…No es que alguna vez quise ser diferente,
No nací desafiante ni hambriento ni normal,
No estoy a un chelín menos que una docena de panaderos
viviendo en un mundo burbujas de realidad mítica.
Pregúntale a Alicia, ella te contará de la asfixia
que llega a manos de la sociedad
goteando sus expectativas
en tu impecable enagua de algodón blanco…
No es que quiera ser diferente,
el instinto es mi determinante
y entre las masas me estoy ahogando
revolcándose en marrones apagados que
sofocar mi laringe…
Ser diferente es mi reflejo primordial
instinto gritando, sobrevivir, sobrevivir
para ignorar esta profundamente arraigada
voz, envía fragmentos de vidrio
a través de la matriz de mi ser.
No es que quiera ser diferente
simplemente auténtico para los susurros
de mi alma…
Pregúntale al sombrerero loco, él sabe…
Love Letter #926
Why would I talk about me, in a love letter?
Because today is my birthday, and I want to share my gifts.
The gifts you let me have.
Needy? You all tell me I’m needy. I’m not needy!
Tucked in at night….
Blankies when I’m on my recliner….
That’s not needy.
That’s my thing. That’s what I love. That’s what keeps me coming back for more.
My randomness is what makes me normal. At least to me. I’m my kind of weird.
And remember, you are not born a butterfly.
You’ve let me celebrate my weirdness.
You let me, be me.
Art and writing.
I love to create.
Not just art, or writing, but create a sense of calm that will follow me and be an ambience. You let me create a mood that puts others at ease.
You let me follow the path of least resistance, and go further because of it.
You let me have time.
You’ve helped me realize, there’s plenty if you use it, and never enough if you waste it.
But also to take my time.
Take the time to take my time.
Enjoy the moment.
To know I won’t get it back. I can promise you that.
In the end, I’ll be glad I stopped for a second and took advantage of that lounge chair that is on our patio. Took the time to talk with my family. Sat with my dogs and stared at the yard, the birds and squirrels.
These are all gifts you’ve given me.
Today’s my birthday.
Junk Day I call it.
You said I was the best piece of junk you ever had.
Damn. I love that line…..
she is the one i crawl to whenever i feel like i’m on the verge of collapsing. she says to me “they don’t know that you are the sea & the sea takes shit from no one.” what i wish i said back is “if that’s true & I’m the sea, then it’s only because you make me feel powerful enough to take on most of the world.”
amanda lovelace - dragonhearts 📖
“You bundled up in blankets with your legs wrapped around mine: featuring me in my undies with my arms around you..”
I’m waiting to drop the album until we make a deal, you, me, nakie in a blankie, hahaha - eUë
Her finger trailed over his name
Tears threatened to pour out
She hugged her journal close to her heart
This was the only she can see and feel him
Είσαι μόνο σου.
Δεν τον εμπιστεύεσαι.
Αρχίζεις να τον συμπαθείς.
Ρίχνεις της άμυνες σου.
Και πάλι από την αρχή.
Don’t forget to give yourself a tight hug. It seems crazy but it gives you a huge comfort, a beautiful smile and make you realise how much special you are to yourself.
writers and poets spend all their life existing in scattered pieces of themselves in other people’s emotions, stories, eulogies, love and pain. they pour words to feel better themselves but end up in an existential crisis. they’re never whole as a being.
-just another sad reality