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My head is spinning.

Because every time someone mentions your name it steals my breath away.

In you I saw hope.

Hope that maybe someday if you loved me you could teach me to love myself.

And then I saw that hope fade away, and I lost control.

The drinks kept flowing, and the room kept turning, until everything went dark.

And I was at peace… for the moment.

Until I awoke to searching eyes and frantic cries trying to make sure I was alive…

and I wished I wasn’t.

Because for a moment, that small yet insurmountable moment I was at peace.

And that peace had felt better than anything I had experienced on earth. 

Because that peace had set me free. 

-TC

— 3 weeks ago with 4 notes
#poem  #spoken word 

Even my dreams are teasing me; they show me who I had and who I want. They show me my desires and how I no longer desire for the past, but yearn for this future that has yet to reveal itself. I long for the possibilities and dismiss the missed opportunities. I want passion and reality and I want to forget indifference and fantasy. I want to satisfy this craving and yet purge myself of all guilt. I just want…

— 3 weeks ago
karilise:

"Free Fallen", oil and acrylic on panel
"With only the length of a breath I was free, falling into a most delightful dream."
Prints available at Auguste Clown Gallery  

karilise:

"Free Fallen", oil and acrylic on panel

"With only the length of a breath I was free, falling into a most delightful dream."

Prints available at Auguste Clown Gallery  

(via xxsunflower-hempressxx)

— 1 month ago with 2208 notes
"

I once had an angel
who watched over my shoulder
and told me how to act like a lady.

When the boy with the threatening grin
pulled on my hair with his dirty hands
the angel stopped me from telling my mother.
Said, ‘It’s only because he likes you.’
So I kept quiet
and when the boy grabbed my wrist
hard enough to leave a bruise
I pretended it was instead
a birthmark conveniently formed
in the shape of a heart.

I was walking to work
when I heard a catcall from a car
stopped at a light.
I wanted to tell him that my existence
was not an open invitation to fuck me
but the angel told me
that I was overreacting,
so I smiled at him
while wishing the ground would
swallow me whole.

It was a Saturday night
and I was in bed
when he came tumbling into the room
smelling strongly of whiskey and cigarettes.
He pulled the covers off
and slid his hands up my thighs.
I told him I was tired but his hands
crept higher.
The angel told me to stay still,
to relish his touch
to make him feel good.
He wants you, let him have you.
So I listened and closed my eyes
and waited for it to end.

Later that night,
I sat on the bathroom floor
and carved into my skin
all the words the angel
has ever told me.
Be soft.
Do not raise your voice.
Cross your legs.
Smile.
Smile.

I once had an angel
who watched over my shoulder
and told me how to act like a lady
so I grabbed a .22
and shot it dead.
I had to kill my angel
before it killed me.

"

Tina Tran, The Passive Girl  (via themessiahsmuse)

I absolutely love this, because it’s so relatable and true.

(via themessiahsmuse)

— 1 month ago with 2999 notes
#women  #are  #not  #objects  #poem 

Finally asked for help. We’ll see what happens.

— 1 month ago