I had a miniature spiritual awakening tonight. I am an emotional person, that’s no surprise to me much less anyone else. I have spent my entire life trying to “tough up” or “not care” but honestly fuck that. Trying so desperately to smother out my emotions is exhausting. I was meant to feel as passionately and as intense as I do and if someone is unable to accept that about me that’s their choice. I am going to continue to love whole heartedly, cry at movies, smile when I feel the need to, and be angry when I am.
My thought are my thoughts. They are not intended to meet your criteria. I write for myself.
The naked female body is treated so weirdly in society. It’s like people are constantly begging to see it, but once they do, someone’s a hoe.
— Lena Horne (via paarasytes)
People are prettiest when they talk about something they really love with passion in their eyes.
— (via lara-xo)
Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.
— Unknown (via extrahopeless)
She didn’t understand the things I did nor did she try to.
She saw my survival mechanisms are self mutilation and promptly went on about my lack of care for her.
What she didn’t see is the permanent ink that I got in my skin was to remind myself that she was beautiful.
Sure, like a rose, she wilted, turned black and eventually wasn’t there.
But I saw her as so much more than that.
I saw her for her potential. Her moments of beauty that I wanted to grip onto forever.
She didn’t see herself in that way but
I knew she was more than that. The pain of the process was my way of feeling the pain she gone through through but it was more than that.
It was my symbolic way of forever holding onto the good aspects of my mother even if there were times where she wasn’t in a spring bloom, I will forever know how beautiful my mother is and was.