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23 going on 24
I'm sad today. I'm overwhelmed today. Even writing a single word, I cannot accomplish. I am looked at as inferior. If I act imperfect... even slightly... I am chastised.
I see others that are overwhelmed. I see them begging for rest. And within their desperation, they create their own eternal rest. I want to rest. I want to un-furrow my brow. I need help. I think I am asking for help? Maybe I'm not... but I want help. I want comfort. No, I beg for comfort, for calm, for serenity. I'm desperate for peace. I'm desperate for a break. A fucking break. Please. I look wrong, I sound wrong, I act wrong. But, at the same time, I know I am not wrong? I am defeated. I know that. I am already buried, 6 feet under.
Am I sad? yes. Am I defeated? yes. Is it just the day? Is this what it will always be like? Do I need to make a change? What do I change? Help. Screamed, whispered, help.
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Religion should never be the reason why you refuse to accept someone
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Didier Philippe-Gérard - The Kinky Ladies of Bourbon Street (1976)
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ppl who think that saying “I love you” to someone a lot makes it lose it’s meaning are so boring literally what could make you think that? if someone tells you they love you like 3 times in an hour it means that 3 separate times they were sitting there and thinking about you and how wonderful you are like. smh. say I love you to everyone that you love as often as possible bc sometimes it’s easy to forget that there are people who love you
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When the party’s over
Don't you know I'm no good for you
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'
But nothin' ever stops you leavin'
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Don't you know too much already
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend but keep me closer (Call me back)
And I'll call you when the party's over
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
And I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Yeah I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
But nothing is better sometimes
Once we've both said our goodbyes
Let's just let it go
Let me let you go
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
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