Everything That I Learned From YouI. Care too much. That's what you're afraid of, right? That when he goes to sleep and all you want to do is touch his hand to remind yourself he's real (for the moment)—you're in too deep. You care too much. You are clinging too tightly and your concern will strangle him. You think that if you tell him how much you love his eyes or you stare too long at his mouth when he talks or fold yourself around him as he sleeps he will leave because the love you put on him is too heavy. But care about him anyway. Love and kindness are too far last in this world. If he pushes you away as you cradle his head in your arms then he does not understand you. Love too much and if he doesn't love enough, leave him. Don't be afraid of caring. That's when you become afraid of being cared for.Everything That I Learned From You20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
II. Tell him he's beautiful. Remind him that his hands are the only ones you want to hold. Compliment him whenever you can
Love is a CatIt happened slowly, gently. It happened like a cat.Love is a Cat19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Uninvited, it entered by the window, as the doors were locked. It sniffed the air, felt at home. Walked in as if it belonged.
Its soft paws made no sound, triggered no alarm. There it was, under everyone’s sight, grooming on your couch. How did it dare, that stray cat!
It was elegance incarnate, a gentleman born or a lady in disguise. It claimed the house by right of conquest, through and through. It scratched the furniture and knocked things down. Such a nuisance, that stray cat! Pompous thing, this is not your home! Go back to where you belong!
It imposed its presence, refused to leave. You have to give it to it, stubborn little thing. How much harm could come from that? Fine, you can stay, you little stray cat.
And before you realize, before you know, the cat is what makes your house seem home. It purrs when you arrive and cries when you leave; it protects the house and keeps it clear from disease. No plague has come to you s
poignantI was never aware of my own breathing, my own heartbeat, until I met them. They somehow managed to bring out my best and worst, and I - no, my whole existence, my entirety - was amplified when they were near. I projected myself into small actions, and when I thought they noticed, I’d erupt. With the flash of a smile like summer and laugh like a warm breeze (certainly not aimed at me) I was complete, and it terrified me. I’d hum with energy when they would touch my arms, but when they pulled away - an apology on their lips - I’d deflate. I became useless and they remained beautiful.poignant22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
There was no love, but if there was, it would have been doomed from the start. The feeling of breathlessness lasted me from the fading warmth of September until the bitter cold of February and just like that, it disappeared. My lungs were full and they were gone and even when I gulped in air I could not breathe and for the life of me I don
Sephyra BirthdayCoco fut le déclencheur,Sephyra Birthday20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Août le mois récepteur.
En alliant nos forces, à
La flotte il fut
Amis, nous étions devenus.
Entre ange et démon
Portant fièrement son blason
Hunter, titre déchu
Yvanesca lui rendit la vue
Rêve de terres ensoleillées
Aquice pourrait venir t’y embrasser
brakeI'm not in a good place right now and will be taking a brake. do not know when I'll be back onbrake17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Is the Five Nights At Freddy's Series ending?So lately I checked on Scott Cawthon's website and it showed a picture link here: http://www.scottgames.com/Is the Five Nights At Freddy's Series ending?15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
And I was shocked at the picture and search around the internet and it turns out that the series is probably going to end. I felt upset because its going to die like the other video game series (E.x: Half life, Guitar Hero, Portal, and Left for dead). But at the same time a good thing because it doesn't want to go downhill like the Tony Hawk series. So what will happen next will Scott release another Five Nights At Freddy's game, or is this THE END?
Secret WordsI crave intimacy.Secret Words4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I think that's why I fall so fast.
With anyone, regardless of age.
I think that's why I walk the floor every night, thinking,
Things that cannot be uttered aloud.
Of getting off
of Depression Avenue and Anxiety Way.
I'm ready for something, much greater
than what life has given me so far.
I'm ready to have my love with me.
I know he's ready, too, for he's told me.
His *father has avoided me for 2 days now.
I hope I am not the reason for their arguments.
*He needs to realize that *his son wants to be with me.
That's the end of it. Nothing less.
More would be marriage, of which we both want greatly.
He wants to be in my arms, and I his.
His *Dad, I think, I believe, is scared of being alone.
HopeI try because I'm determined enough to hope for something better.Hope17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I get hurt because I'm stupid enough to hope things will be different.
I pick myself up because I'm optimistic enough to hope someday I will succeed.
An Existential CrisisI watched him lie there, his skin as white as parchment and his eyes bloodshot and desperate. Tubes and IVs were a tangled mess around his body, all of them hooked up to machines that breathed for his lungs and pumped blood for his veins.An Existential Crisis22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I watched him lie there, a pitiful old man afraid of his inevitable death and the darkness that lay beyond it. As the steady beep of the heart monitor droned in my ears, I thought of my childhood. Of dark eyeshadow to cover blackened eyes. Of long sleeves in summer and changing in the bathroom stalls during gym class. Of his hand swinging towards me and empty beer bottles on the bathroom floor.
I watched him lie there through the glass, alone and afraid, as his heart beat began to slow.I didn’t call for the nurse, I didn’t cry for him, and I didn’t stay to watch him die. I regret only one of those things.
attack on the heart Attack on the heartattack on the heart 10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
What is it that causes such an unrest between the heart and the mind. The idea of loving someone that your heart can't accept. Or that feeling of loving someone whom your mind knowingly says you shouldn't love them. Emotional reality or peace of mind. Loving someone was never the same as being in love with somebody. Yet at the same time we accept the first emotional state of being we feel. To give caution to the wind. Throwing away all that we've been told in order to feel what we think is real. Emotional or mentally we search for that place of comfort and safety.
RopesSpringRopes21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Dragging our feet across the field, watching the children screaming on the playground. Walking in silence on a warm spring day, us two. Just walking.
Kicking cans and traces of litter here and there, you grabbing at me as a dog comes and almost knocks me over. I laugh, you laugh. The sun is in my chest.
The rest arrive, and we head off to the chip shop. We scrape our pitiful amount of coins together to buy a meal to share, and eat by the dirty swinging log on the park. Throwing fried potatoes at each other's faces, we laugh. For hours, we laugh. Then, they leave. It's us two again.
As the darkness settles in the sky, it begins in my mind again and you notice as you leave. You send me a cheerful smile, and I reciprocate with a grin. You leave with a screech of wheels and I float back home, collapsing on my bed.
The sun is in my chest, but the clouds are settling in.
Hot days, sweaty nights. Speech shot through text, salty tears dripping from my eyes as they search for comf
uncomfortable in this spaceHorrible, hideous, resounding sense of loneliness, compounds negative belief, compounds emptiness.uncomfortable in this space22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Nowhere to go, no one to talk to, no one I could approach. My thoughts lack the congruence to become expression, any sense of the contents of my head, who the fuck couldn't care any less.
Thoughts flash back to formative memories; playing, screaming, bonding, but fleeting. I was the token weird one; in a world of their own, apart from everyone else.. everyone else who seemed to crowd, seemed to expand from shared planes of existence. I stood alone in my development, yet surrounded by visible friends. I was argumentative, socially unkempt, with morals changing faster than my legs that ran those few races I won.. or came second, or third. Childish mind held childish thoughts, wants, unclear desires. Games of identity, today this is who I'll be. Because I could not face the reality of how others thought of me.
Flash forward to mirrors in shops, reflections of the image of clothing that fit w
Las aguas del vacioLlegó una ola de arena blanca que cubrió hasta donde la vista alcanzaba (incluso más allá), no era invierno, pero con la llegada del extraño manto la vida se extinguió. Las risas felices se ahogaban en el llanto fúnebre de la humanidad. Quién sabe que podría surgir de estos dos estados opuestos, tampoco tenía ningún tipo de importancia. El tiempo hizo sus maletas y se fue sin hacer mucho ruido, dejando atrás todo el control que le acompañaba.Las aguas del vacio10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Con los relojes sin agujas se marchó también el sol y la luna, sumiendo aquél lugar en la más completa oscuridad. La desesperación hizo que las estaciones se vieran obligadas a partir, tal vez a ninguna parte. Vagar en el vacío era, sin duda, el objetivo de aquellos que abandonaron el barco. Solo el capitán habita en su frágil caparazón, navegando sin rumbo, sin fechas ni direcciones.
Corazón que no deja de latir es brújula.
ChandraChandra1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Szara rzeczywistość dopadła mnie podczas ferii dość nieoczekiwanie. Nuda i ponurość pogody całkowicie odbierały wszelkie chęci do robienia czegokolwiek. Jednak należało coś ze sobą zrobić, aby nie zmarnować wolnego czasu. Może by wyruszyć w jakąś małą podróż i przerwać zimową chandrę?
Spakowałam do plecaka wszystkie potrzebne mi rzeczy - klucze, wodę, kanapkę, telefon i jakieś drobne. Dałam jeszcze znać mamie, że idę się przejść. Założyłam kurtkę, wygodne buty i wyszłam. Jak na środek lutego było dość ciepło, a po śniegu ani śladu. Wczesna wiosenna aura zdołała rozbudzić już żabę, której odgłosy zagłuszały milczenie świa
thinking about thoughtsWhen i was a little child, i thought thoughts were free. Later, i thought thoughts were willful - many people tend to not think about the important things, i thought, while others wouldn't look just away.thinking about thoughts20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
What i know now about thoughts, or at least about my own thoughts, frightens me. So many pictures, so many thoughts are following me, waiting for the right moment to overwhelm me.
They come out of nowhere and still, i know, they are always there to grab me and throw me on the ground.
Now i also know that these aren't normal thoughts. They are kind of intensive and unbearable - they are intrusive. I know now what lies beyond them... a traumatic experience, which i cannot stand.
Which i cannot stand yet? Maybe.
You Are Not StupidOther people noticed the morbid and cryptic post on Justin's Facebook page first. It was from his friends from high school. “You will be missed.” I received texts from people asking if I had heard from him and they were worried. We commented on the message asking his friends if it was a joke. I texted Justin. There was no answer. I called his cellphone, then his house phone. He did not pick up. My stomach began to sink as I was also starting to worry but I could not imagine where he was. I reassured myself that he could be in the middle or recording a video for his web show. Maybe he found a new job and was at work. But no one had heard from him. I looked back at the post on his page for clarification. Had there been an accident?You Are Not Stupid6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
That is when I saw the post from his wife, “...very sad heart...confirm my husband, Justin, has passed away.” The shock started to fall over me before I finished reading, “.. shot himself... locked himself in the bathroom... not a
No GodYou say there is a God, a big man in the sky, white beard and older looking. From the youngest of ages, as soon as i could think, as far back as i can remember, i wondered.No God18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
How do we know God is a man? How do we know he is old? How do we know he is white?
As i got older, some more questions were similar to, How do we know he is straight? and How do we know he has one gender?
But, as i realized, God is not real. Yes, maybe something greater is above us, but we have no proof. And if this so called God, the ‘greatest man ever’ or Jesus ‘greatest man to walk the earth’ are real, where are they? Why are they letting so much god damn shit happen? Suicide, Homicide, Rape?
So, i have came to the conclusion, there is no God. And if he is real, he is worse than any mortal walking this Earth.
Questions and AnswersWhy?Questions and Answers11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Why am i here?
What am i meant to do?
Who am i?
These questions are asked by many
And almost everyone
You ask why?
What is my purpose?
What am i supposed to do?
Why do i exist?
like when your a kid and you get bullied
For what you are
Who you are
How you look
How you talk
How you act
the attack you for being you
the separate you
and make you lonely
but you smile
You smile cause you don't wish to worry
you don't want others to be sad
you don't want your parents to worry
you pretend to have friends
When what you say are friends are just acquaintances
When you go over to their place and they hurt you for beating them at something
when you beat them in anything their either hurt you or abandon you
When a person comes to you but you know
That your their last choice
when they have friends but their busy
And you so called New "Friend" is just bored
you play along and smile
You Are Special. Spread The LoveThere are 14 distinct types of cells in your body. the total number of cells is 50 trillion, give or take a few trillion, and every single one of those 14 types of trillions of cells are devoted to making you the unique, amazing, special person that you areYou Are Special. Spread The Love14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This