I am scared
I am scared for all the times I have handed myself to men on a silver platter, been chewed, tasted, appreciated, enjoyed then spat out when it becomes known it takes a little more chewing to swallow, spat out and saved for a rainy day when boredom hits and they wonder once again, if the taste still remains the same, is the chewing as much of a task as before to choke me down, am I easier this time, will minimal effort do, or if not, out I am spat once again, saved on the plate for another rainy day. How it burns my insides to think of how many rainy day plates i sit in the corners of, belonging to men that do not own me, do not know me, are not worth the taste but I allow a second bite in the misleading fear that these half hearted chews are all I am worth. All that is meant for me. The saying goes, spitters are quitters. So I guard myself now, building my armour higher and stronger and thicker and shinier, ready for the one that swallows, whole. I’ve never been a quitter, a spitter, a half hearted chewer. Why do I hand myself to men who are?
“Everything happens for a reason. That reason causes change. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it’s hard. But in the end it’s all for the best.”
— (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“Don’t worry when I argue with you. Worry when I stop cause that just means there’s nothing left worth fighting for.”
— 3 am thoughts (via suspend)
thoughts.
This guy, he is beautiful
Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck
“A garden of palms and cypresses, oranges in bloom, an architectural design of a straight stone wall with steps running down to the sea…that is beauty.”- Irving Stone, The Agony & the Ecstasy 🥀🍂✨
// mood board
via weheartit
SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK





