It is so fucking difficult to pin point the exact location where the agony begins and where it might end. I need an extreme motivation for this. And i am gonna start with I WILL NOT DIE IF I DO THIS as one of them.
After 8 years, there shouldn’t be an excuse to be desperate. By right, the pool of choices should diminish itself into a small group of very worthy individuals. or not. Desperation is when you would rather see pass all the imperfections and list of opposing qualities you originally hated by thinking you can change them into what you wanted. Maybe you can but honestly, AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT.
its never the alcohol & drugs combination you should be worried about. It’s the vessel that carries that misguided soul, that lonely desperate and sad soul that just needed to act out for attention.
it takes a lot to say No more than say Yes.
if i could hit the restart button, i wouldn’t.
with the best orgasm & the largest, most expensive diamond ring.
I think when we start looking at achievements and failures through the perspectives of being a man or a woman, we have failed to achieve equality. Efforts and triumphs are not made based on our gender. spotlighting women based on their achievements AND highlighting their gender will not help with equality. if anything it seems that as women, we must beat men and emasculate them in order to succeed. I think the idea of feminism is archaic and should be replaced with humanism instead. All human created equal with the purpose of doing great things regardless of gender, race and beliefs. basically we are all capable to be leaders in our own way without gender stereotyping roles of dominance. if headlines can read WOMAN BECOMES PRESIDENT with plenty of awe, then it can also read MAN BECOMES PRESIDENT without the sensitivity of feminism and sexism arising. being who you are genetically should not give you any social right to rise or fall just because. we all are capable of great things and lets just work towards that together.
keeping it simple: strictly black, white & gray.
it is the consistency i seek. unfortunately almost always at the wrong places, the convenient suddenly becomes a burden of inconvenience. Inconvenience on my part mostly because I again, almost always get the bitter end. Is it the vulnerability that i should question? me or I, the further i dwell into the domain of this pseudo refuge I thought i had figured out. Constantly captivated by the high-strung, chaos and adventures as a getaway from the mundane of reality my main goal brings. Were they my savior or was it an escape from safe? I am starting to think that this was my lost-in-the-dark-woods moment. Making up prince charming and superheroes to save me from the unknown. Honestly, I know the unknown. The unknown in the journey to MY own reality. The mundane and spiritually liberating moment of knowing my life’s direction scares me. Thus, these bad and almost spontaneous decisions are somewhat a mechanism of escape, a moment to make mistakes and to create challenges into the making of ultimately me. Is it fair to blame it all on them, when they are indeed my own bad choices of persuasion? Misplaced emotions set free through guilt and agony are suddenly accepted by misguided me? I allowed this to happen. I allowed you to happen. Now, to clean up this mess we’ve made…
the person you are sleeping with & the person you want to sleep with, are usually never the same person.
so many emotions swirled into this chaotic concoction. More of mine than yours. Always the weaker one. It’s so intense that I will falter at the very moment it ends. It ends just as quickly as it begins. Never in tears. Just a momentary lapse of stillness and stagnancy. Slow hums and murmurs passing through. We shrug, I lean in, you hold me close. Repeat.