talking to myself

You’re a terrible, skewed person and I love you

We’re strangers with a history
And I’ll admit that it’s a mystery
To how we arrived at so much misery
I look at you,
You look at me.
You turn your head imperceptibly
Pretending like you just can’t see
Me standing here, in front of your feet
Like you can’t remember how we used to be.
So long ago, when we still felt
With our eyes wide open and our hands held
Me together, because with you, I’d melt
But we burned too hot; look at these welts.
We ran, we screamed, we jumped, we laughed
Composed our love in telegraphs
Our Morse Code hearts stuttered too fast
As our lives took turns onto different tracks.
Now I guess I wrote a eulogy
Instead of an epitaph
I wanted something short for when I’m looking back
So here’s to what was; why don’t you raise your glass?
Thanks for the love that just couldn’t last.

“never never never give up”- Winston Churchill

There are days
When you can hardly find the strength
To say hello
When you can barely lift the corners of your mouth
To smile
When you can’t stop the flood of tears
That paints your face.

There are times
When your past
Is ganging up on you
And the future
Is running full speed in your direction
And the present
Doesn’t feel like a gift, anymore.

Those moments
When your life is going downhill
But it’s as tough as sprinting up mountains
When nothing seems worth the pain
Because the happiness is so short-lived
And you don’t want to keep going
You don’t want to try
But you do anyway…

You get back up and you go on
And you fight for yourself
Even though your mind says to give up
You don’t surrender.
And sometimes, you find yourself smiling
Not to hide the pain
But because you acknowledge that it hurts
And you won’t let it get you down
Because you are stronger
Than what tries to break you.

bellagerantalii:

“I am a warrior, but I’m a girl too”

This is seriously one of my favorite lines in the entire fucking series.

It just. Encompasses so much of the message that the series sends about women. A lot of other shows seperate the concepts of being a girl and being someone who can kick ass — you’re either feminine, or you’re a badass. There’s so little crossover.

And ATLA, god bless it, doesn’t do that. So many of the characters are REALLY, REALLY FEMININE and still REALLY, REALLY KICKASS. It’s wonderful. It was seriously such a huge inspiration growing up, seeing people like Ty Lee and Katara  and etc. being two things that the rest of the media was telling me that you couldn’t be at the same time.

(Source: asamies)

Thinking About You

“When I think about you the world makes sense…Let me go change; I’m thinking about you when I get dressed because before I step on stage and look in the mirror you’re the only I’m trying to impress”

<3

one-mic:

I honestly don’t know how to feel. Beauty is undefined and subjective. And yet, I can’t help but feel lowkey disturbed upon coming across this girl’s instagram after I see that she started following me recently. I will refrain from including her instagram name because putting her out there isn’t…

Whatever bravery I might have had in my veins is leaking through the cuts in my cheek. I used to bite my tongue to keep from spilling anger and pain until I realized I didn’t need one and it disappeared (so I suppose Darwin was wrong when he proposed evolution occurs over generations.) I let my teeth carve canyons in my lips, which, surprisingly, I still need. That way, I can smile and pretend like nothing is wrong even though my fingernails are making crescent moons on the insides of my palms. It feels like fire is always on my mind, burning up what courage I have left in me. There are so many voices out there and I don’t think there’s room for one more, so I’ll slip past you, leaving an untraceable trail of empty spaces. The worst part is that I’m giving in to the silence that’s pressing on me and now my body is bent like a comma, making room for words I’m too damn scared to say.

devdevnumnums:

Never stop. Never stop fighting. Never stop dreaming. And don’t be afraid of wearing your heart on your sleeve - in declaring the films that you love, the films that you want to make, the life that you’ve had, and the lives you can help reflect in cinema. For myself, for a long time… maybe I…

be careful

He didn’t have the sunkissed skin I expected when we came back to school that August. Summer made his shadow big enough to swallow him completely, and it wasn’t until I really looked that I realized he reminded me of exploding stars that become black holes. I was drawn in by his presence, but I wanted to run in the other direction. It looked like bruises had blossomed underneath his bloodshot eyes, like the dark sides of the moon had tucked themselves to sleep on his cheekbones. From the way people whispered as they passed it sounds like he has gone through a reverse metamorphosis in just two months. Instead of becoming something beautiful he closed in on himself, as if his toothy smile and warm laughter stapled themselves to the roof of his mouth and he doesn’t know whether he can taste it again. I don’t actually know who he is but I’m guessing now that he stays up late at night, smoking and neglecting his homework.

city touch

I want to be a city with tall buildings, a place with skyscrapers extending past the stars. The streets would be one organism, alive with the beat of drums and song. Inside, we’d hold no secrets. There would be nothing I could not say, and maybe freedom would finally find meaning among lips that don’t bite back words we won’t let escape. My hopes and dreams would wander overhead like sweet smoke, without the biting smell of ash and tar; and I’d pray that it would curl into someone’s mind, plant ideas that would grow higher than sycamore trees. I want to watch the sky stay blue, for once. The wind may be cold but that’s okay when I have another hand to hold onto. We could swing back and forth as we stroll down streets with smiles brighter than the sun warming our faces, thawing us out of winter. If I could empty the gray matter inside of my brain I would turn it into a city of colors that surpasses all reason and expectation.

Instead, here I am, in a dark cafe with my laptop’s battery at 32% and a cup of hot chocolate that is not so hot anymore. On the other side of this window history is passing by me, and I am in awe at the lives of people whom I might never meet. This place might not be perfect, and I might always remain a stranger, but there’s something here that reminds me… I may be nearly invisible in a sea of people, but the city always manages to touch me, somehow.