"That’s why I love road trips, dude. It’s like doing something without actually doing anything. It’s a road trip! It’s about adventure! … It’s not like we have somewhere to go."
John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
@mike25v I am certain our love will last a lifetime because we share that same passion to travel and the desire for adventure. #love #roadtrip #justgo
Lullbies by Lang Leav
I finally got a copy!
The words are too beautiful and sacred to be read in silence and kept in your head. Each poem is meant for you to read to someone special in your life, or meant to be read to you by someone you have loved or have loved you or hurt you. The words are a beautiful lullaby. Softly spoken, in whispers, but with burning emotions. The words are a graceful song, but surely not to put you to sleep. They are words that awaken your soul, heals and hammers your heart. Regardless if they are calm or painful for you, the words remind you that you are alive and able to feel all these emotions. They remind you to stay awake for love.
“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. 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 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
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…
I almost died yesterday.
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…
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
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,
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
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…
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.
Like fields of strawberries
Fills every space in my mind.
A withering pain arises
From the center of…
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…