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“Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life. You are the love of my life. You are the love of my life.”
— Lemonade. “Redemption” by Warsan Shire (via herlyvera)
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“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.”
— R. Arnold
people at work: wow, you are always in such a good mood, how do you do that?
me, an actually cranky, apathetic, trainwreck human: it’s called manners, susan.
“do not mistake composure for ease”
DO NOT MISTAKE COMPOSURE FOR EASE.
You Are Not Wasting Time; It Was Given To You As A Gift, Freely and Generously; Is Rain Wasted Because It Falls On Gardens, Grass, Disgruntled Birds, and Umbrellas All The Same?
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Kahlil Gibran, from Beloved Prophet: The love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Marry Haskell, and her private journal
See why can’t these two just be the focus of the show? I’d watch it all day.
book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but really every word is for you
4 years ago
To break free--
I balance out my melancholy with silly–and so far, I’ve survived. Today, I wore pink socks and drew a smiley face on my wrist. My battle ready armor is my budding inner child. And honestly, I feel a little bit better than I did when I first woke up. Still, I am always surprised that the little girl survived.
I just want to be something worth being proud of but i dont think that will ever happen. My life is not my own and i am just a bitter reflection.
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There is no power in my words if no one understands what I’m saying–
I lie in wait where rocks and hard places are pulverized into brittle fossils of hope; creating dreams using star dust laden memories for foundation; a choice being the culmination of indiscretion and indecision; where a vision skewed in smoke can no longer think straight-- we lay in wait with fate.
Just when things are good again; I find out some fucked up shit.
Listening to the same commercial loop for the last 10 hours
I want to shoot the tv... Seriously
Because regret is a slippery slope
And I'm falling fast-- Deep into an abyss of wallowing, self-deprecation-- I should've--could've--would've, has sullied me for the last time.
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Thinking myself out of purpose-- Is like running out of air; wallowing in despair-- I think, I might as well be empty.
