kRayzie Butterfly

Daydreamer. Photographer. Graphic Artist. Thespian. Bohemian. and all that jazz!

“Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.”

Emily Giffin, Love the One You’re With

Tell Him

“Tell Him”

Tell him. Go on, tell him that you no longer desire to be

a punching bag for his insecurities, a reinforcement

of his manhood. Tell him that you will eat his soul

if he dares lay his hands on you once more and you

will spit it back on the ground it came from. He is not

the God you pray to at church so why make him the

God you kneel to at midnight if he shows you no mercy?

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, so my darling

why have you let him paint your pupils with sorrow when you

know deep down that you carry fire inside of you. Not the

type of fire that burns bones into ashes but the type of fire

that sets a dark room alight. You are not the daughter of

Poseidon so stop letting him fill your eyes with water, you’ve

got angels wanting to guard them and they never really liked
the sea…

The next time he calls you fat, tell him that you ate so much

love as a child so that in case you mistakenly managed to swallow

a word of hate one day your body would reject it. The next time he

calls you ugly, tell him that’s the exact reason why the devil decided

to inhabit him and not you. The next time he tells you that you’ve

offended him, laugh. Laugh like all your bones are funny bones

and yell “FUCK YOU” then turn around and dance your way out of

that room. Let him stare at your body with anger in his eyes and

regret in his belly, your body which he so adored and explored in

private but abhorred and ignored in public, girl you need to apologize

to God because you just let that little boy disrespect one of His
favourite paintings.

He is no man, I know. My mother taught me that men are meant to

support the woman by their side and my father told me that men

have to be willing to sacrifice… That boy is not ready to sacrifice
his sense of entitlement for your smile.

My darling, you are red rose petals on white linen sheets, an image

of passion, so shine, like your soul is a constellation of stars.

BT, Tell Him

Finished the book. Now getting ready to watch the film. Chloe 😍😍😍

(Source: gricai)

projekchaos:

Dear Friend,

Kobe, our puppy has been missing for two days now. And I miss him already. He is just the cutest. Thinking about him just makes me sad. He was such a weak pup when he was born. He had a sister but she didn’t make it. I was also worried that he couldn’t make it at that time because he was so weak and fragile. After a few days he started to open his eyes and would occasionally try to get up but would almost always fail and cry. So i decided to name him Kobe. I’m a Lakers fan. His mom, Sam was really protective of him. She never left her side and would always stick around to breast feed him. A few weeks passed and Kobe eventually learned how to walk but still falls from time to time which was kind of cute actually. Then he learned how to run and he was all over the place. He can simply slip in and out of our gate because he was so small and he always playful with the people outside. Now if I think about it, I shouldn’t have let her out that much and should’ve covered up our gate with chicken wire. He’d still be with us. So partly it was my fault.

I try to stay away from thinking that something happened to him. I don’t think about that stuff. There is also a part of me that likes to think that he decides to return but it’s been two days. I just hope somebody found him and is taking care of him right now. I hope he grows up well and happy. Because he has made me and mom happy for the short time that he was here. He is just a small bundle of pure joy and I hope that whoever that has him now is also happy to have him around.

'Til we meet again Kobe! You know I will always love you no matter where you are.

Love always,
Kurt

This made me cry….

Dear Friend,

projekchaos:

I’ve been thinking more about death today
More than ever
The disappearance of my dog must’ve triggered it
Or it’s just one of those days
It’s been a while
Sometimes it just breezes in
Without a single fuck given
I used to cry at night a lot when I was kid thinking about death
My mom would…

Dear Friend,

projekchaos:

I almost died yesterday.
Twice.
People on motorcycles are jerks.
Why does everyone hate the fun loving, environment-friendly, pollution-free bicycle riders?
It’s not safe to ride a bike with headphones blaring
But I insist.
It’s better to die listening to your favorite tunes while adjusting…

Dear Friend,

projekchaos:

Have you ever heard of the french term “rire dans sa barbe”?
Literally, it means to laugh in your beard
But it’s that moment when you laugh at yourself
Quietly, and possibly awkwardly
While remembering or retelling a past event in your life.
This has been occurring a lot to me
Unexpectedly,…

Dear Friend,

projekchaos:

I’m finding myself
Once again locked onto an unpleasant train of thought,
heading for the places in my past
where the screaming is unbearable,
Ineffable.
And I am falling into madness.
Madness is my emergency exit.
When it comes down to it,
what everyone really wants, is to matter and

Dear Friend,

projekchaos:

I was reading a news article earlier about the term “Friendzone”
And immediately I thought it was bullshit
I was in one before
I didn’t know I was at the time
I was just being a good friend
The way that article was describing “Friendzone” are as follows:
“she describes her love life to him…

Dear Friend,

projekchaos:

The days drift by like clouds.
There is a loneliness in this world
So great 
that you can see it
In the slow movement of
 the hands of a clock
And only she is real to me.
Her body,
Like fields of strawberries
Fills every space in my mind.
A withering pain arises
From the center of…

Dear Friend,

projekchaos:

Keep pedaling
Remember always
Don’t stop
You will hear your joints creak
But keep pedaling
Don’t let them leave you behind
Keep up the pace
You will feel your lungs burst
But don’t give up
You can’t quit now
It’s a pack mentality
Birds in V-formation
Synchronized and steady
You got to…

Dear Friend,

projekchaos:

Do you know that I’m a broken jukebox in the corner
with a disapearing voice?
I have trust issues and no trust funds
And nobody is banking on my survival.
I write poetry for survival
This is not poetry anymore though
It hasnt been in a long time.
This is a story.
An unfinished book.

Beautiful

Happy birthday to the love of my life, Mike. @mike25v You are my lover, my friend, my travel buddy, my drink-mate, my clan mate (clash of clans), my date, my number 1 fan, my cook, my driver, …my everything! Hahahahahahappy birthday Mikeyoink. Mwah!

Maybe for today, just for today… You be the king and I be the slave… OR NOT! Bleh 😜

Happy birthday to the love of my life, Mike. @mike25v You are my lover, my friend, my travel buddy, my drink-mate, my clan mate (clash of clans), my date, my number 1 fan, my cook, my driver, …my everything! Hahahahahahappy birthday Mikeyoink. Mwah!

Maybe for today, just for today… You be the king and I be the slave… OR NOT! Bleh 😜

Being crazy doesn’t annoy others that understand it, it annoys only the ones unwilling to try and understand.

Gets niyo? 😶

#filters #beachbabe #narcissistic

Being crazy doesn’t annoy others that understand it, it annoys only the ones unwilling to try and understand.

Gets niyo? 😶

#filters #beachbabe #narcissistic