I am not sure what to find on such an app. I use to be a regular writer, but that was so many years ago. I wanted to be part of a space where looks and likes does not influence interactions amongst each other. So, here I am after a Google search. Also, maybe I am trying to get back into this writing thing. It was definitely a huge escape as a child when I was coming into my own.
Now, I am not sure what is going on with myself. I am a typical young professional looking for “something” with some MH diagnoses mixed in. Life right not is just going through the motions that I wish majority of times that I can push a fast-forward button to skip to the very end. I am not a fan of what is supposed ...
“Don't you dare try and reappear
After you already got me standing here
I can't believe you would come at me looking for
A little bit of sympathy
Like I wasn't the one you left all alone crying
Looking like a hot mess
Don't show your face 'round here anymore honey
This is something you better get through your head
'Cause I'm giving you up
Just like I did them Marlboro Lights
And I'm giving you up
The same way I did the whiskey on ice
And it's all so tough
You turn me into a man I don't even recognize
I'm giving you up
The same way you did me out in the moonlight
What the hell are you thinking coming 'round to visit
Completely uninvited messing with my brain again
Couldn't give me the satisfac...
It’s funny how I haven’t written in so long. I feel lonely. I think it’s just because words can’t describe the pain. I try and not think about my pain. I keep telling myself it’s not me, it’s them but what if it’s me? What if I’m the reason they always go away? I don’t have any confidence left. I feel so broken. I try and be as confident as possible but I cry to sleep every night and it’s funny how no one knows. I thought after so many years, you were the one. I’d found someone who finally understands me and like me as me. It didn’t matter that we were just friends. I guess it was all in my head. You were never there for me. I just needed a friend who wouldn’t judge me for being me and I gues...
Let me say thank God for new beginning,thank God for the rain that washed the trash away from my life that I was trying so desperately to hold onto. For only when we let go of the garbage do we then receive the gift.
To encounter love it is to share whether time is taken for someone or not at the end of the day theh come home to you.
So I would rather have some one love me who doesnt have time them someone who claims to lkve you but talks to you like your garbage and cheats on you but then cries on apps such as these about his undying love for u which is false. His reasoning behind his so called love is one fact and that's he hates to lose.
If anyone can speak of live it should never be you. You who knows nothing of love all u know is grotesque acts of sex. This is your idea of love. To hurt others and threaten this is your idea of love. To take pictures as a teen with some unattractive transgender and a...
You know love come in two kinds.
One where they take out time to talk to you. The other, they talk to you when they have time.
You should know what kind of love you really deserve.
Thank you for going to her. Thank you for not accepting my apology.
Thank you for the threats
Thank you for pushing me away and playing games with me
Thank you for believing your gross best friend andy
Thank you for lying in court and making me look bad
Thank you for losing ugly outside as inwas on my way back to you that night
Thank you thank you for telling me I'm worthless when I all I told u was you were.great and that u could make it
Thank you for making fun of me and calling me fat when the men in my life have debunked that theory
Ghana k you for making fun of me and making all the bad accounts on facebook that I showed andrew and others
Thank you thank you
Thank you for al...
In the warm summer of your love,
My life is engraft the golden petals
The worst thing about growing up...... is that I learnt how to put a happy mask on my crying face just to hide the fact that I cry 5 times a week before sleeping at night... and/or in the afternoon. The difference between a grown up and a baby is that the baby doesn't shy away from crying out loud.
The universe is a mirror. When asking the infinite for abundance, if you don't love the truth that is your higher self the mirror can often times become your enemy, for it reflects your anticipation, your expectation, your disappointment, your doubt and your fear. This is the law of conservation, whatever goes into a mirror is reflected back out again.
Cuando no te quiero escribir, te hago canciones
Cuando pienses en mi, cántame, que yo estaré pensando en ti.
मैने आज समंदर देखा,
ज्यादा दूर में गया नहीं,
तेरी आँखों के अंदर देखा,
ग़ज़ब सी गहराई हैं,
लगता है सारी क़ायनात
तुझमे समाई हैं...
Mientras conducía un 13 de febrero a vísperas del día de San Valentín, iba escuchando a una colega contar de sus amistades y del amor, siendo el tema normal que la gente conversa en esos días.
Cuando de repente voy yo a decir: soy simple, yo no soy de darle mente ni sufrir si una amistad se va por decisión propia. Y si es por amor no soy el que puede pasar una madrugada llorando ni el que toma para olvidar. Ni el que anda sufriendo tiempo después.
A lo que ella responde:”yo he vivido casos donde he perdido amistades por cosas pequeñas, y hoy en día siguen apartadas. He sido de novios, aunque tengo 5 años de novia con el actual, recuerdo muchas noches llorar, sentí que me rompían literal por...
I never had any, other than being hurt!
So far that expectation has been exceedingly well met!
Now hopes, wishes & dreams well of those I've got many some still whole if barely, while some shattered but pieced back together struggling to be realized, while others are beyond dead and have long since finished rotting away that piece it took of me!
EVERY single hurtful word you viscously spit at me, especially knowing I'm not even the one at fault and the issue resides with you, chips away at the very glue holding those patched pieces together! I'm not nearly as strong or tough as some think, guess I should move to Hollywood become an actress, that's how convincingly great I...
El amor y la muerte son las grandes bisagras sobre las que giran todas las simpatías humanas.
Lo que se hace por uno muere con uno.
Lo que se hace por otros, nos rebasa.
I would have went away if you just asked me to
You didn't have to achieve that by being cruel
I know better than to push when I'm not wanted
Learned that from memories to which I'm haunted
But this time I thought I would belong
It doesn't surprise me that I was wrong
Now deep in my muscles and bones I do ache
From carrying the weight of all my mistakes
I wish I could sleep until I finally die
So I don't have to feel my numb soul inside
I know this seems like an overreaction
To the fact I am no longer in fashion
But if you add up my life you would feel
This final event was anything but trivial
I had worked on accepting I would be ignored
Then you showed up, knocking on my door
You told me ...
Pensamientos acumulados de un domingo en la mañana:
Llevo semanas en las que al levantarme me siento de una manera que no le deseo a nadie. En general no creo que haya persona que disfrute estar triste, y a unos nos cuesta más sacarlo que a otros, pero incluso cuando con tu cara lavada y dices “está todo bien”, sabes que estás sintiendo las astillas clavadas por dentro.
En esos momentos intento pensar en todo lo que tengo al rededor para sentirme plena, en cosas que me gusten, que me hagan feliz, que me hagan sentir agradecida. A pesar de eso en algún momento vuelvo a caer... Al despertar, al leer algo, al oler un perfume que me traiga recuerdos. A veces la mente nos la juega fuerte, lento....
Finish the story.
"Three years ago he gave his word to her. Oh how many things have changed since then.
As he pulls up on the driveway, she gets ready for a difficult conversation. She sits down in the chair and waits for him to walk in.... "
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"Once you know what failure feels like, determination chases success."
— Kobe Bryant (1978-2020)
WISH UPON A DANDELION
Please take me...
To a place,
Where the world is magical,
And not superficial.
To a place,
Where the flowers are in full bloom,
Swaying to the wind's tune.
To a place,
Where the kookoo's sweet song,
Echo all day long.
To a place,
Where sun rays glisten through,
Trees that canopy brooks.
To a place,
Where lakes are clear blue,
Reflecting the sky's hue.
To a place,
Where peacocks dance gracefully,
To the sound of rain with glee.
To a place,
Where new sprouts peek through,
Fresh earth covered in dew.
To a place,
Where we can be carefree and young,
Running like gazelles under the sun.
For 2020 I am going to defend people's hobbies when being made fun of (ex. Furries) cause what people do to make them upset is horrible. They are human too
-There is a drawing at the bottom-
A trick I've learnt to be more positive came from one of my best friends. When ever something bad was happening to her she would tell me the bad stuff but finish her vent with "But it's ok, because..." and she'll finish her vent with a something positive. This positive note doesn't have to be big like "cause I am getting a new car!" It can be simple like "when I get home, the bed will be made".I started using this a lot and I've certainly noticed change when it comes to being upset. Sometimes the smallest of things can light up your day.
-doodle unrelated to topic-
Stars are like very long living bursts of lights millions miles away just doing their own thing
I admire their independence
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,