i like to think of people as places
I like to think of people as places.
I was just thinking about how when we spend a lot of time at a place, we know how to move around it by heart. I still know my way through my old school, my childhood house, through my childhood friend’s house that I haven’t seen in years, and through the store I used to go to when I was a kid. And even if I tried, I don’t think I could ever forget. Even if I never step foot in any of these places again, I’d know where to go, and how to move around it and find the things I want.
And isn’t it like that with people, too? I don’t think anyone changes so much that you wouldn’t be able to move inside of them like you used to. I think the essential parts never do. So I wonder, if I could take all the people from my past, and turn them into places, would I know where to go?
I’d like to think yes. I’d like to think that that is one of the things that stays with you, once people are gone, like a map. Are the things that once decorated the walls inside of your body untouched? Have they been replaced, moved, or are they still the same? The same things that made me love you? Will you let me roam around you, and see if I find my way back to your heart? Or will you leave me wondering for the rest of my life, hoping that I'm never lost?
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''i shit, i fart. Pee Pee''
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I'm afraid to get used to being happy
I'm afraid that our connection is too strong
I'm afraid that I'll be happy every second you're around and you'll have that power over me
To take it away and crush my soul
I'm afraid that we'll actually be fucking great together
And I wouldn't know what to do if you changed your mind and left
...Or died
I'm afraid that if I let myself be with you
I won't be able to care about anything else in the world anymore
@connectingwithsoul
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ask me anything,
and ill answer with my heart
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If I can't be anything anymore ...let me be a part of this breezes ... or the grass... or the ocean ...let me die in this nature...
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Dedicate your heart
I used to believe
The world was black and white
The bad and the good guys
Easily to divide
But life isn't this easy
Sometimes it's cruel
Plays with our emotions
Turning us into fools
To keep fighting
You need to be drunk on somethin'
It needs to be this one thing
That keeps us sane
In times of madness
You may be a hero
And a villain at the same time
But only you can decide
What feels right in your mind
So dedicate your heart
For goodness all around
'Cause the world is cruel
And yet so beautiful deep down
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Your love is all encompassing
Like a raging bonfire made sticky with smores and laughter
Like the fireworks that pierce the night sky with brilliant light
Like the steam wafting off a bowl of soup in our hometown restaurant in winter
Like the ripples of rain spattering in the parking lot potholes
Like the warmth of your hand in mind as I drag you along towards the book aisle
Like the blanket that covers our laps as we eat dinner and laugh at terrible movies
Like the late night drive with our favorite music blaring
Like the look in the eyes of the old cat behind the glass that we can't afford to take home
Like the stuffed animal that has never left my bed since I was born no matter how old I grow
Like the myriad of colors dancing across the sky at sunset
Like the sounds of a hundred instruments filling a music hall
Like the lapping of water against the river's shore
Passionate, comforting, beautiful, calming,
Full of compassion and empathy.
Your love is everything to me.
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🎭🕯️ Curtains 🕯️🎭
Who are you behind the curtains?
When the light begins to fade, and you are free to exit the stage
Relieved of the pressure of a persona you display
Who are you behind the curtains?
In the darkness and the solitude, with no one to entertain
Free from prying critical eyes, where feelings become plain
Who are you behind the curtains?
When the mask is free to fall
Do you ever look in the mirror and with horror, wonder if you ever were wearing a mask at all?
~Po
Inspired by a conversation with @doreen090
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At the ripe age of 17, I witnessed my first cruelty of being honest.
My dear, why do you continue to willingly choose the life of suffering?
If art should disturb the comforted than let my honesty be art.
Even if my way is wrong, my principles will always remain right.
Dear God, why do you continue to let the good people suffer?
Hasn't he suffered enough?
HASN'T HE SUFFERED ENOUGH?
HOW MUCH MORE MUST YOU TAKE
How much longer must I see him in agony?
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I don't know how I got here, but I've stumbled upon the chapter "The thesis of Aramis" and after reading it I must admit that unfortunately I want him carnally.
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My mum said “when you grow up, promise you won’t play with her heart.”But mum my heart plays games with me too.
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Words don’t seem enough to say this
But I can’t help but reminisce
The things which broke me down
Taught me nothing at all
Heard some laughing when I turned around
Couldn’t break down these walls
Can someone prove to me love is real
And tell me this is how it feels
Always had two paths in front of me
But never took the risk
- Is it true ?
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Atheists are human. Believers in Christ are human. Just because we are different doesn’t mean we are not human.
We have thoughts, ideas, reasonings, justifications, rationalizations and then some.
We dream, we believe, we hope, have faith and love.
We have families and friends. We share, we care, we help and support; we bring laughter, smiles, truths and blessings.
So just because we see things differently doesn’t mean we are not human.
Respect reveals our humanness.
Disrespect alienates us as humans.
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I can't even look in your eyes anymore.
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