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I’m merely exploring souls & cities
From the vantage point
Of my ivory tower built,
Built with the assistance
of OpiumThat’s enough, isnt it?
Jack Kerouac -
And all the restless energy floating through me keeps connecting to him and coming back twice as strong, like we’re this closed circuit, and the longer we stay linked, the more powerful the pull between us becomes.
Cora Carmack -
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apartI carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
e.e. cummings -
Fighting your inner demons,
Fighting that inner war.
Not knowing what’s wrong or right.
Asking yourself, “How much more?”How many more endless questions?
How many more sleepless nights?
How much more can I take,
Of life and it’s enternal fight?Trying to heal your pain.
Somehow you can break the broken.
People come but never stay.
No one listens to what you’ve spoken.Love. Trust. Safety. Hope.
It’s gone and fled away.
You have nothing left to your name,
But the scars that always stay.Inferiorty. This is all you feel.
No matter what you do,
You’re never good enough.
And no one has a clue.No one knows,
How you tear yourself apart.
They don’t know
About your abused heart.They’ll never understand
The hate for yourself.
They’ll never see
Your mental health.You want to believe.
Believe you’re worth something.
Believe you’re a good person.
Believe you’re worth loving.But the louder voice denies this.
It tells you no one cares.
That you’re a terrible person.
All you’re doing is wasting air.Inner demons, inner war.
I’m in the middle of it all.
Pulling myself together,
Knowing all I’ll do is fall.Celine Alesha Chadee -
It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.”
“So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.Cassandra Clare -
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ‘round the corner.Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“moreJalaluddin Mevlana Rumi – مولوی -
I promise you
I will try harder
to be better.
I
have battled with things
inside me
for longer than you know;
I do not know
what they are
or why they are there,
I only know
that they feel
manageable,
defeatable,
when I
am around
You.Tyler Knott Gregson -
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.Maya Angelou -
The thing is, it’s really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs–if yours are really good ones and theirs aren’t. You think if they’re intelligent and all, the other person, and have a good sense of humor, that they don’t give a damn whose suitcases are better, but they do. They really do
J.D. Salinger -
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
Robert Fulghum
