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"Dear Boys Of My Past"
The first, you are a part of my past that is never quite easily explained.
Because you caused me so much laughter,
But also so much pain.
I could never quite peg you or predict what you'd do,
But I feel like your intentions were always honest and true.
You just weren't ready,
Too hurt and full of regret,
That you pushed me away so far,
That it ended all of it.
But at the end of the day you were The first and fortunately not the last Because you led me to a better future, while being a fond memory of my past.
Oh the second, my, you were something else.
So very crude and full of yourself.
I can't say that I ever learned very much from you,
Except who to look for and what not to do.
You were the wrong choice and what we had was brief,
But I hope nothing but the best for you and hope you find your peace.
Oh the third, you were so childish but you set my heart afire.
You were never anything bad to me,
Never, ever a liar.
Not like the last but like the first in the way that you weren't ready.
Neither was I and I think that's why we could never keep ourselves steady.
And even after all the hurt from the girl you chose instead of me,
I could never think of you badly,
Because at once you meant so much to me.
The fourth, you were the biggest challenge and a choice I couldn't explain.
You caused me so much resentment and so much pain.
I loved you so much that it made my heart ache, but you couldn't let it be.
You always found someone or something you'd rather have than me.
You weren't ready for love,
For someone to treat you right.
It felt like it only meant something to you,
To have me as your bragging right.
However somewhere deep inside you I know that you cared.
That all was not for nothing in the moments that we shared.
I can't say I miss you,
I'm happy I moved on.
But our memories will always be with me, no matter how you did me wrong.
- A girl who finally found her peace.
dpicchio
I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking.
It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project.
things to stop romanticizing:
- bruises
- smoking
- relationships where one person is underage
- sadness/loneliness/desperation
things to romanticize:
- flowers
- dogs
- instrumental film soundtracks
- dwayne “the rock” johnson
Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
Anonymous (via suspend)
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Raw With Love by C. Bukowski
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and i won’t blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, i won’t blame you, instead i will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. little dark girl with kind eyes you have no knife. the knife is mine and i won’t use it yet.
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NO MEANS NO.
The winds
Sing their song
And I listen.
They always sing
For those who listen
Satyricon - Ageless Northern Spirit (via obscuro-quutamo)
I’ll have dirt on my feet and stars in my eyes, i’ll be in the forest where the earth comes alive
Alexandra (via freeyourssoul)
Source: freeyourssoul
May the Warm Winds of Heaven blow softly upon your house. May the Great Spirit bless all who enter there.
May your Moccasins
Make happy tracks
in many snows,
and may the Rainbow
Always touch your shoulder.
-Cherokee Prayer Blessing (via drmarylanier)
We must protect the forests for our children, grandchildren and children yet to be born. We must protect the forests for those who can’t speak for themselves such as the birds, animals, fish and trees.
- Qwatsinas (via drmarylanier)
itisahappinesstowonder-blog reblogged
I was forever searching to find stars in someone’s eyes.
Someone who when I looked at them, their eyes were filled with the same passion as mine.
Forever searching for those very eyes, ones that’d show me nothing but something kind.
Whether they were hazel, blue, or brown, only wanting to find serendipity within them in which I could drown.
And it wasn’t until I stared into yours, I saw something I had never seen before.
There was a softness, a gentle soul within.
However there was something about them I couldn’t quite comprehend.
Something that always kept me guessing in the very best way.
And now I want nothing more than to look into those ever-so-enchanting eyes every single day.
A hopeless romantic (via loiswherearemyflapjacks)
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They say only good things die young so maybe that’s why what we had survived for so long.
a poem I wrote about a boy. (via itisahappinesstowonder)