El muy maldito insiste en que te necesita.
Ele não era bom com palavras. Preferia os números. Adorava resolver equações e acompanhar o sobe e desce da bolsa de valores. Ela era falante. Tinha mais verbos na boca do que no dicionário. Mas foi em um fim de tarde que tudo mudou. Ela andava de um lado para o outro procurando os últimos livros. Estava atrasada. Deu-lhe um beijo e partiu. Ele a observou e, por mais que quisesse, nada falou. As letras desceram em um tobogã direto de sua mente e, embaralhadas, sequer pararam em sua boca. Foram direto ao estômago. Ele engoliu as últimas vírgulas e sorriu, envergonhado. Quando ela voltou, com seus livros e vocábulos, foi surpreendida. Ele havia lhe comprado flores. Lindas e perfumadas flores. Pela primeira vez, ela não construiu sequer uma frase. Tinha sido o “eu te amo” mais bonito que ele havia dito.
one reason i like to write is because i find it to be incredibly therapeutic. i was raised in a community in which the vast majority of the people do not believe they are going to heaven (it’s complicated) but still think they hold the right to tell others how to live and what to think about God. this obviously gave me some very skewed perceptions of God that i am still getting over today. until i was about 15, i didn’t even understand what the word “Christian” meant. nobody used it in the community because they didn’t want to associate themselves with “worldly” Christians. a huge part of my healing journey started by simply asking the question “why?” why do i believe what i believe? why am i forced to live with all these restrictions? what is the purpose behind it all? i still get anxiety as i type this, because for my entire life i was taught not to ask questions, to simply accept it as it was. if you are reading this and struggle with the same thing, i would encourage you: keep asking questions. don’t be afraid. if what they believe is the truth, it will defend itself. if it is not, it won’t. just keep. asking. questions. the truth really will set you free. ❤️
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By the time 8:30 came around the bar crowd settled and there was only a few patrons left. It was Halloween and everyone was off going to parties or getting drunk somewhere else. I was left to tend to the bar just in case some lingering customers came through. I was good at my job hell I was amazing. I don't like to boast but some of my co-workers love to slack off and do pretty much the bare minimum. I laughed to myself. "Ok. See you tomorrow Snow." Allen, one of the bartenders said. I just waved him off not paying attention. He scuffed and left along with his lackies. Janet and Lisa. There was one lonely patron sitting at the very end of the bar. I noticed him because he was the only one left here. I made my way over to him. "You wanna a drink or something?" I asked. He looked up at me. "Sure. Give me your best bottle in here." He slapped down a twenty dollar bill. "Coming right up." I said, but as I took the money he grabbed a hold of my wrist. "Let's play a game." The man smirked.
'maybe they've just been busy'
Day15: Cast your main character. Hero: Carrick, an immortal Fomori dark witch hunter. Heroine: Rowan Hollis, she believes she is a mortal with evil power. But she is a powerful witch and the Immrama for the Fomori. The one person that can voyage The Otherworld and communicate with Fomori ancestors. #amwriting #charactercasting #igchallenge
What does depth look like?
I can hear my own heartbeat. I've been working on my handstands and headstands. They come with a sore back, but it feels like the right kind of pain. Growth comes with a few minute muscle tears every now and then.
I forgot what my voice sounded like. The one that felt like it took no effort. We've become reacquainted over dirty fingernails, steamed beets and desert skies.
I've been forgiving myself, relieving guilt of pains that are no longer mine. To give this resurgence of memory too much time means mending ropes that were meant to be cut. The edges were frayed and painful. Not the right kind of pain.
Sometimes home doesn't look like a home you'd expect. But you know.
At this moment, I don't want to lead. I want to show. What peace looks like. What peace feels like. Sipping ginger and turmeric tea under the clouds, watching ripe green rose vines drip with their own ease.
I've been planting seeds. Sowing gardens. Sewing garments in rooms deemed Temples. Painting with water and light. All I feel is color these days. Color and peace.
Why did I come here? To welcome spaciousness, a path of pleasure. To find an environment that called for depth and time. A mirror to what I have cultivated inside. A reflection.
A mustached salt-and-peppered man offers novels, coffee and a windy path. 17 people. An overstayed visa. A political refugee. Stuck between worlds.
We discuss whether BDSM is sexual. He says perhaps not. I say what you allow to turn you on is dependent on what you allow to fill you up.
I hear the roof drip. Over and over again. There is a pool collecting.
I've been writing songs. Eating tomatoes and carrots off the land. There are canvases with tongues, genitalia and patterns. Intriguing.
I have found depth in the shallow plains of this land. Open mic nights for creative writers and organized chaos for the dancers who are ecstatic.
The Sand Hill Cranes are returning now. They are taking refuge in our pond.
One bird appears to be dancing.
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i ate too much doctor who
Cheers, to the ones who make life worth living. And make us wish for an afterlife. #topherkearby
Have you ever felt someone slipping away no matter how much you love them? Its a knife you stab yourself with. You can't beg someone to stay. You want to but if they want to be in your life they would be. It's like you're watching everything in slow motion. You know how it's going to end but you don't want it to end. It truly fucking sucks. It was always too good to be true. Life gets in the way and people grow apart. The love is there but life moves too fast you wish you could start it all over again being with them. Watching them slowly disappear from your life like a fire out in the night. There's lots of chaos in my brain but you helped, I thought you wanted to stay. I'll be here but not if you don't want to be. ---
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•The songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face•
Follow your intuition. It will always lead you to the right destination.
I believe we meet people along our journey for a reason.... However while my spiritual beliefs are a big part of me, of who I am I don’t openly share this side of myself. I follow my intuition, especially with regarding to people and situations. As with the above quote, it leads you to the right place. I wonder if my intuition is telling me to take slow steps to being spiritually open. Why I wonder and a question I have been asking myself recently. Why would I not share a large part of who I am?
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I often feel worried that I will never be satisfied. I have so many dreams, most of them unrealistic. It always leaves me fearful that I’ll always be let down because I’ll never be able to live the life I truly want 🌙
I will never understand why conversations are so much better when your restless during the night 🌙
this really makes me angry that girls are basing their self worth on these edited photos of themselves, please know your worth. You don’t have to prove anything, you are beautiful just the way you are 🌟 the sooner we realise this, the sooner we can feel that joint weight lifted off all of our shoulders 🌸
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