earth beneath sun, bathing in the attentiveness of its heat.
soul beneath shoes, kissing the ground with flapping tongue..every single time they meet.
words from a pen, leaking onto the sheets of the bed, the margin, indention, and knowledge they spread.
You are a warrior.
With everything I’ve ever bestowed upon you, every word I used as sword, every kiss as spear, guarding us from ourselves, our love, our fear. You fight the world, with the lights from my eyes.
Come on love, continue to shine.
You are the love, I’ve never been able to personify, but only feel, touch, and see from a distance. You are time, the seconds, minutes, hours, within me…every instance. Every intuition, every reflex my body holds, every good intention, every road I’ve chosen not to travel…but to make my own.
And sometimes…my legs grow tired of walking.
So, if only for a moment, I’d like nothing more than to rest within you.
I love all of you.
I’m already planning the weekend I will get completely fucked up before Spain.
My life is lived under the influence.
I’ve been tossing around the idea of telling you off or accepting things the way they are. Either way, I’m not going to like the outcome.
is when you two can act like lovers and best friends. It’s when you have more playful moments than serious moments. It’s when you can joke around, let each other have piggy backs, have unexpected hugs and random kisses. It’s when you two give each other that specific stare and just smile. It’s when you’ll rather chill inside to watch movies, eat junk food and cuddle than go out all the time. It’s when you’ll stay up all night just to settle your arguments and problems. It’s when you can completely act yourself and they can still love you for who you are.
I want to take you out on those random days that we’re both free. I want to explore the world around us with you.
Is that too much to ask?
But I don’t care enough to apologize.
So, the end…is really just another start.
But then again, you can only push away a girl so much.
I think I’m capable. Maybe….
A lot of people today are really quick to say “fuck bitches/niggas, get money.”
But, minutes later, they’re really quick to say “oh, I miss being in a relationship, I need a man/woman, I need some sex.”
So, what happened to “fuck niggas and bitches”?
Sigh. I pray for some people.
I need someone to provide me with some.
COMPUTER SCREEN,EYES GLUED.. I ENJOY THE FUNNER THINGS NIGGAS WITH NO TUMBLR ACT LIKE TUMBLR ISN’T EVERYTHING IM HAVING A GOOD TIME FACEBOOKERS TRYNA RUIN IT SHOUT OUT TO THE FACT THAT ALL MY TUMBLR NIGGAS DOING IT .
I’m having a hard time choosing which party to go to.
I just want to drink, and dance with some cute person.
Get out of my mind, and out of my conversations.
I am desperately trying to forget you.
is to let down those perfect walls around your heart and let me in.
oh, this is easy. writing and walking. when it comes to writing, I can just let everything out. All of my inner desires, thoughts, scenarios, emotions are unleashed into my words and its invigorating. I’m at ease and I just feel….free. I like to walk, even though I have a foot problem. Especially in the spring and fall, walking through the park, the tree lined streets of Park Slope, Brooklyn, is peaceful. I’m at one with my thoughts and it’s lovely.
There is also the topic of partying. I love partying. enough said.
- It was dumb…Sort of deleting people that have the potential to do what she did to me…ugh, it was dumb.
- ….I’m sorry…
Can I just….
I don’t even know anymore. Apparently, I’m capable of hurting her as much as her ex-girlfriend did. Apparently, there’s no faith or trust in this and who I might be, is detrimental to herself and our friendship. When I’m not the one who’s pushing the other one away, again. I just….
I’m not even mad.
I’m just hurt.
But, I’ll get over it. Eventually.
another day i savored breaths and lingered from points between distances, while footsteps wore down soles—treading paths scripted in the sky
I’m so sick right now. Bleh.
Anymore albums/music I should download?
HELLO PERIOD. GOODBYE EVERYTHING I WANTED TO DO THIS WEEKEND.
I was planning on being melodramatic tonight, but then I took a shower and all my troubles washed away.
I should try this sometime.
How did we even end up here?
I’m struggling to find the words to describe the amount of pain my heart is going through right now. I knew that wearing my heart on my sleeve would be my biggest regret. But, I didn’t think you would hurt me this way.
I don’t know anymore. I’m done.
I just watched the concert on Fuse.
Omg. No words.
If I was actually there, I would’ve cried or something.