There will be times that you won’t be able to see a tomorrow without someone in your todays – but those days will pass and tomorrow will come.
For you are not defined by anyone but yourself and, with time, you will find that even the sharpest pains can dull to nothing more than a distant ache.
Trust me when I say that you will learn to live, love and smile once again." - Becca Lee
2,131386 hours ago
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“I miss the way you would caress me
My patience would fail me
You would write poetry on my skin with your lips
and make me wait
until you finished
It was irresistible bliss”
Words written by Sophie @poetryunfiltered
1,744147 hours ago
not a poem (yet) — just something I wrote in my journal that I’ve been thinking about expanding upon. where do all of our unloved things go? can we ever really put something to rest if we no longer remember how exactly we felt for it? I have: questions.
You maybe having a bad day or a period of time that makes you feel like to give up on life. But friend, this is not the way to overcome the hurdles in life and strong people definitely don't give up so easily.
Tough times will eventually come to an end, situations will get better, your scars, the wounds that your heart carry will heal over time. Trust me, we all have faced lot of rejections, humiliations, heartbreaks, got betrayed and these are the situations where you need to love yourself a little more.
You are not alone in this world, your parents, your friends do care about you. Stay strong and definitely don't think about giving up on life.
Yes I don't want to be a woman.
The only thing is that I cant.
I don't want to be judged by the size of clothes and a visible bra strap.
I can't tolerate the "non" funny Vulgar shit of people on the streets.
I can't add whore in front of my name just because I drink.
I can't hold someone stupid in my stomach for 9months and then get my ass kicked when I grow older.
I can't answer stupid questions all the time.
I can't put someones dick in my mouth for his fucking pleasure in the name of love.
I can't handle the pressure of being ignored.
I can't come home before 8pm.
I can't avoid late night parties with morning hangover.
I can't become a remote control robot for someone.
I can't bleed for a week every month & many
The things is not that I don't want to
but it's just that I can't.That is something out of my league.Toughest job it is.
Write-up_23 #dailykalakaar :-@soni_writes_
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I saw your face in the snow.
Each flake a feature, stirring.
I stood, frozen, watching you form.
Born of ice, a cold hearted force I couldn’t melt with my mind, my charm.
The frost emerges from my lips.
My tongue stuck to the air, words freeze as they fall.
I rearrange the sentences and crush the brittle letters beneath my boots.
Crunch. Crack. Break.
Could you hear me? Could you see? Awash in white, I’m blinded.
The wind makes me cry.
I thought I heard you calling through the howling gusts.
Maybe it wasn’t you after all, but a ghost in the snow. .
In honor of the snow fall in LA.. and everywhere else. Photo posted one year ago today. Watercolor on paper.