It's ok, let it all out. I'm here. There is nothing wrong with you, you're perfect just the way you are. Some people are too blind to see it.
I know its hurts but it's ok. You're gonna get through this. You always do.
It's ok to make mistakes, only then will you learn and move forward. Don't listen to what others have to say. Your past does not define you. Only you know how far you've come.
I know you want them to listen to you, even if it's just once..I want that too, but it's all gonna be ok.
I'll be here for you.
-Words my past self would desperately want to hear
It had been some time since Levi had seen Elijah. He didn’t seek him out, necessarily, but the fact of the matter was that when he saw the other man, he felt immediately at ease. Elijah wasn’t judgmental and even though they’d had their differences, they’d figured it out amongst one another.
He couldn’t help it. His emotions had been all over the place today, and there didn’t seem to be a sign of it stopping anytime soon. He was sitting on a bench on campus, and looked up when he heard footsteps. He smiled a little at the other, and sighed. “Today’s not a great day,” he said. “I’m warning you now.”
the gender non-conforming struggle of not knowing what pronouns to use around people, why must i have pronouns let me just become a beast in the forest
I’ve had the most freeing spiritual feeling over the last month really locking myself in the studio and working on a piece titled Jezebel. Everyone has kept the company of a Jezebel spirited woman in their life. May it have been a lover, a sister, a friend etc.
It’s inspired from the real life events of a ex friend who treated me cruel and had no regard for my feelings and certainly not the emotions of another woman’s while fraternizing with her man. as well. Let’s just say that this is my version of Dolly Parton’s Jolene. I’ve spent a lot of time holding anger In reflecting on how I just stood back and let this harlot of a woman treat me cruel. But I knew I had to write about it, because harboring all this anger toward her was unhealthy. I’m finally letting it all out I don’t think I’ve ever written any type of poetry/song with such intensity. However I’m happy I did because it has brought me so much closure. If a self written song with a time 7 min can’t get the job done then I don’t know what can! 🎶🎼🎵🎻
Her voice was plaintive and soft, and there was a look of real sympathy in her eyes. Phineas almost felt that if they two had been quite alone he could have told her everything, and have wept at her feet.
“--Hey, nuh uh, you’re not not walking away from me.” Billy moves to grab his wrist, but just brushes it. He doesn’t want to get physical. “We’re not just gonna not talk about this. That’s not how-” he pauses, chewing the inside of his cheek, “that’s not how we work.” He’s been trying, really, he has. It’s just hard to be two different people, and yeah maybe he’s *scared* to drop the act. It’s a defense mechanism. “I’m trying to apologize, alright? For what I said, and what I did.” he blinks hard, frowning. He still wants to reach out and touch, but instead he’s shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. “Can you just forgive me already?”