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@whitelightning2202
If we speak or not,
Never forget who I was.
Remember my words.
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“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out, and decide.”
— Meredith Grey
“You need to make space in your heart for someone who has the capacity to love you just as much as you love them.”
— Unknown
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Who do I speak to when I can't even speak to myself?
When I fear that others will judge me from head to toe,
To shun me out in the cold and put me in a box.
Who do I open up to then?
When I hardly have anything in common with those around me.
When I don't know what I can and cannot say aloud.
When I can't even look myself dead in the eye across that mirror.
How do I expect for others to take me in with open arms?
.....when I haven't learned to accept myself,
Trying to stand tall, shattered doll and all.
Am I doomed to wander this world alone?
With no one close by?
Are there others just like me?
Who suffer in silence for fear of being thrown out in the cold alone as well?
My soul continues to freeze alone this hellish winter,
Just like the last.
And may one day I find the strength to carry on,
And maybe find peace around me.
But most importantly,
To finally find inner peace within me.
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i want to be with you, talk to you, hug you tight, kiss you softly, and give you my time.
....it's still YOU.... 💕💔
“Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.”
— lyanla Vanzant
Facts galore 👏👏👏💕
To sit and ponder on my couch,
All alone on this glorious night once again.
The love that I was neglected growing up.
The love I had found and was given when I was older.
The love that fell out of my grasp that I had lost.
Will I ever find love again?
And if so, will love be reciprocated back?
Will I suffer in one-sided love time and time again?
This hollow pain is something I can no longer bare.
To sit in my emotions, my thoughts,
My hopes, my fantasies.
Heck, even some nightmares.
Me and a journal,
Me and my sadness.
My roller coaster emotions,
Me and Tumblr.
How long can I go on with this?
.....to contain myself within myself.
I know not of how long I can hide myself from myself.
I just want to breathe, that's nothing bad.
And I continue to hope for someone alongside me too.
With open ears and an open minded heart,
To hold my hand in times of happiness as well as agony and despair
To hear my weird quirks as well as my tears.
I can no longer keep myself to myself.
I want to love again like I did many times ago.
I want to glisten like the stars above me that I used to stare at night after night.
I want to take up space, I want to stand my ground.
I don't want to live in lonesome fear anymore.
I want to find my people again.
I want to find me.
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And maybe that's the tragedy of people like me. We keep offering water to a world that left us thirsty. We keep building homes in our chest for people who never planned to stay. And somehow, after all of it, we still leave the porch light on.
-Notes from the bathroom floor.
Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.
“Someone who truly loves you, sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, and how hard you can be to handle, but still wants you.”
— Unknown
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Sometimes I just wanna get on my knees and plead,
For you to continue to haunt my spirit just the same.
You are one of the few I want to keep fond memories of,
From the day we met up until my final days.
And many moments after that.
Forever more.
May you still run marathons in my head,
When I listen to Blink-182 and want to sing my heart out.
When I remember things between us that I want to do again,
To be on my couch watching one of my odd films.
Or memories we never had the chance to create,
Crusing in the car and singing our lungs out.
To continue to play video games at your place,
Or maybe even a tickle fight or two.
Wish it was you then, wishing it was you now.
On a good day or a bad day,
There you are in my mind, some way or another.
Like the times I want to really getting into myself,
To learn to love myself one more time.
When I want to draw and I can't.
When I end up writing random thoughts on my phone or upload it on my Tumblr,
There you are once again.
Especially the times where I get into a good flow and you're the main one I want to share it with.
Or the times I'm feeling real down and sing my broken heart out,
Wanting to be next to you once more.
Whether the universe brings us together again or not,
I haven't the slightest clue.
But if I can't have you face to face,
May you continue you haunt me in body, heart and soul.
Into the LillardVerse
...Daddy....🤩🥰💕
