cute for little kids


This weekend was something else. Through the sweat and moments of connecting with strangers I learned to love myself more. It was amazing. Thank you to everyone who was out there supporting me. From cute tiny little kids to parents to friends to old people. Everyone stepped out of their life to stand there with me and support me. My heart is so full of love and gratitude for the smiles and fascination I got to see on faces. Thank you everyone for supporting me on my journey. I will continue to serve the universe through my hands and voice. ❤ I love you all. The message behind my piece is “We are one”. And I got to see that out there.

anonymous asked:

You readyfor Ity???? Cause a bunch of anons are gonna make Ity come back as soon as we can!!!

Wait your going to turn anxiety into a kid again. He won’t be very happy about that. He was a cute little kid.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.