Here we go again.
Since I’ve been through this before,
It’ll be easier for me to get back up.
So….I’ll start with candles + a long relaxing bath.
I wish I had more control of things.
Give me a week to get my shit together.
Sigh
Time to really express myself.
Truth is, I have a habit of keeping real shit to myself.
Truth is, I think I hold in too many things.
I gotta realize when enough is enough.
*Explodes*
Be patient.
(Source: chinkbreezy)
smile;: thought
For the past few weeks I’ve constantly been thinking about what I want out of life and what would make me really happy. It’s not money. It’s not two big cars. It’s not a beach house. It’s not a guy who is x, y and z. It’s not to have a big successful career. It’s not this big fancy life style. The…
It’s hard to balance yourself
when your centre of gravity
is out of place.
It’s hard to find a home
when you can’t find your heart
to keep it somewhere safe.
It’s hard to sell your soul
when you don’t have one
that anybody wants.
(Source: mister-selfdestruct, via poeticallyprofound)
We spend half our life sleeping, but we spend our whole life waiting. Waiting in lines, waiting for times, waiting to be old enough, waiting for a call. We’re always waiting. We just don’t always realize it. Waiting for someone to say something, waiting for them to notice you. Constantly waiting for that one person, and they have no idea you’re waiting for them.
—(via eletheowl)
(via missjasmine16)
When you’re a writer, you no longer see things with the freshness of the normal person. There are always two figures that work inside you, and if you are at all intelligent you realize that you have lost something. But I think there has always been this dichotomy in a real writer. He wants to be terribly human, and he responds emotionally, but at the same time there’s this cold observer who cannot cry.
—Brian Moore (Novelist)
(Source: jimmywhitesoxs, via lovebeezybaby)
My original sin, we meet again.
(Source: carloski, via lovebeezybaby)
I wish I had a cute butt.
Someone tell me where I can buy one from.
(Source: rhymeswithwitch, via lovebeezybaby)
“I know I’m alone if I’m with or without you, but just being around you offers me another form of relief; when the loneliness leads to bad dreams, and the bad dreams lead me to calling you, and I call you and say, “Come here.”
(Source: sadbuddha, via lovebeezybaby)
And I’m crazy but you like it.
(Source: loosedoflimits, via lovebeezybaby)
Just gonna jam out for a lil bit. Fuck the joints. Dun need em tnite.
