“What’s the saddest word in the English language?“ “Almost.” “Why?” “I was almost good enough. He was almost in love with me. She almost survived. We almost made it.”
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“What’s the saddest word in the English language?“ “Almost.” “Why?” “I was almost good enough. He was almost in love with me. She almost survived. We almost made it.”
— (via thatgirlnamedworld)

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Humbling.
“I have always liked quiet people. You never know if they’re simply dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”
— (via clublunae)
“It’s become clear to me, that no matter how a black human being were to die, many if not all other people of that same race will jump onto the bandwagon of “Black Lives Matter.”Don’t get me wrong, racism is and always will be an issue in our society. No matter which generation. The definition of racism is quite elusive when you think about the circumstances. Truthfully, I see that many have taken the race card and have bent and folded it, causing tears in the creases, so much that it can’t ever be seen as serious, as it may have before. A black male could die of a heart attack in his peaceful home, and you will find yourself staring at a social media screen that promotes his death, following “Black Lives Matter” or, “We Will Never Know The Truth About ____’s Death,” as if it were committed by people of the white race as an evil scheme of revenge. NOT ALL BLACK DEATHS STEM FROM RACISM. NOT ALL BLACK DEATHS ARE CAUSED BY THE WHITE RACE. On another note, I have MANY friends apart of the black and mixed communities. Others, maybe apart of a whole different side of the “racial” aspect that can confirm these statements to be true. These people are entirely fed up with those who throw BLM into every situation dealing with those of the opposite race and their deaths. I love and enjoy having friends that don’t share the same ethnicity as me. No they’re not “exotic.” They grew up in the same damn city as me. I enjoy seeing and experiencing different cultures when I walk into their homes, finding myself being greeted in different languages, being embraced by different hands, and feeling the smooth pads of different fingertips on my skin when they compliment my complexion. NO black people are not a dead subject and NO us white men and women are not entirely made of hate and revenge.Black lives DO matter. To black men and women, to white men and women and to every ethnicity the world is capable of attaining.Not just to the black people. Please also remember that they’re not important only at the time of death, but in every stage of their lives. Peace.✌🏼️”
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Being abused can seriously affect your ability to distinguish between “not obviously pleased” and “obviously displeased” because abusers go from Neutral to Hostile for absolutely no discernible reason, and eventually you start worrying that everyone is going to be like that and you start feeling this urge to make absolutely sure that the people you actually care about aren’t mad or upset, because to you, “there’s no evidence that they’re not angry” is the same as “there’s evidence that they are angry”
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“Do what you can, where you are, with what you have.”
— Teddy Roosevelt (via psych-facts)

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“Depression isn’t always crying your mascara off in the shower and playing sad songs in bed. Sometimes it’s not wanting to talk to anyone for days and other times it’s desperately needing to be around people. Sometimes depression is having no appetite even though you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday and sometimes it’s eating everything you have in the fridge. Depression isn’t your boyfriend holding you and telling you that it’s going to be okay. It’s sitting across the table, not eating, having him ask you what’s wrong and knowing that you’re ruining his night because you can’t seem to snap out of it and just be happy. It’s the frustrating feeling of desperately wanting to enjoy something and just fucking be normal for once. It’s keeping things a secret from the people you love because you don’t want them to look at you like you’re broken. No, depression isn’t beautiful black and white images. Depression is lonely and frustrating and mostly just fucking exhausting.”
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Wondering, Pondering. (Spoken Word)
“Wondering, Pondering.”
I always wondered, pondered, dreamed what it would be like to touch you for the very first time. I always slept those harsh lonely nights with one arm strung over the side of a stuffed animal I had been comforted by since the very first time I had learned how to create a companion in another coexisting object or person if you will. I always spent my nights trying to give you this unique twist, always giving myself this beautiful image of you in my heart, letting it sit upon my restless mind, in my ever so perfect fairytale dreams. The taste of you, so as to make your daydream personality as vivid as possible, tasted much like the love I had made to you months later, dancing on my tongue long before I knew you had purchased my plane ticket to visit you. I had died each day passing, grew weary of waiting, became sickly emotional, lost all desire to eat, drink, sleep, talk, feel, love, Because love had been absent from me. Absent. Love. When love becomes absent, we grow sick. We crumple within ourselves like the ember and ash of an old burning home, the outer appearance growing a different shade of orange, something the world had never seen before. And when spotted at a distance from a bypassing eye, the girl who screamed “fire!” whose voice broke the silence, crying out “Save me!” had gone unnoticed, when all that she needed was someone to notice, that someone to be love, for love to extinguish and silence the flames. She burned within herself, resembled death at its tragic worst, until her home had collapsed to nothing. The walls crashing and falling with each small simple act of movement. She was afraid to move. She stood still. Stillness. Stillness as silent as the voices that had been quieted during 9/11, stillness as empty as the aftermath of a miscarriage. Stillness as painful as the loss of a mother, stillness. Stillness still exists. I was the stillness that fell upon the room, the cold that chilled the air causing the milliseconds to freeze in time, the soft short hairs on your arms to stand straight up, the goosebumps on your body to form…(To Be Continued.)
“And You hedge me in with skin all around me I’m a garden enclosed A locked garden Life takes place behind the face”
— Misty Edwards, Garden (via deepsauceblr)

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This boy had a great birthday today, my work gave me the day off, my co workers gave me watermelon with candles, my wife met me with a beer at the door and the kids have been great tonight, just a wonderful night of love and relaxing and my wife feeding me shots non stop 🤣 i think she’s trying to get me hammered hahaha. I love my family so much and this is a great birthday for me 😍😊