February 2012
37 posts
I am truly exhausted.
from all this trying to fix me
and fix shit i broke and I really have no capacity to take
anymore pain at this point
Im just so hurt yo. I really am. but Im gonna be better. I really dont have a choice. I am not ungrateful, I am just unsure. about alot. and I would like to be sure of more.
but I cant.
so in the mean time I will try to let go and peel this weight...
MADD TING THURSDAYS at Brooklyn College. Tunes By... →
10 Ways to Love Others →
bhargette:
Some guidelines for loving:
1. Tell them about their brilliance. They likely can’t see it and they don’t know its immensity, but you can see it, and you can illuminate it for them.
2. Be authentic, and give others the gift of the real you and a real relationship. Ask your real questions. Share your real beliefs. Go for your real dreams. Tell your truth.
3. Don’t confuse...
January 2012
30 posts
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Please come check me and other amazing artists out on Feb 11th.
the line up is too sick so please dont miss it!
& if you know anyone in the Boston Area let em know about it.
peace on this sunny day enjoy it :)
& let
love
reign
Came across this dude seriously going in
His suitcase says ‘What is Semiotics?’
Initially the American flag you see him placing in the suitcase was far away from the performer . Then he retrieved it placed in that box and that symbol continued to interact with the other images he had been placing in the suitcase. Its was an eerie moment but really beautiful art too. Dude was...
The moon is in Pisces.
^__^
What happens if you fall in love with a writer? →
chriskingwong:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep...
meh.
Don’t ask.
You could but that makes u questioning me,
Which liars don’t enjoy.
Transitively you could call me out of my name.
Call me what I have done and not what I am,
But I am.
Myself still.
I cannot unbreak
Cannot unsee
Unfeel
Or unfuck
But I could love past.
Passed me like ghost over bloody door ways
Will my heartbreaks bear heavy on the back of my first son?
He wont look like you to anyone...
I always make promises in order for someone to love me more, and I don’t even...
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