There’s A Quiet, Dangerous Power That Resides In The Mind, One That Has The Ability To Both Uplift

If depression has a color it wouldn't black. It would be dull muted gray.

Black makes a statement.

It's solid, not allowing any light in. It's bold. It's loud. It's in your face. It's like the infinite night sky. It's lovely sin in lace.

Muted gray isn't any of those things. It's dull. It's numb.

It's soft background white noise. It's pale and not blatantly seen.

It blends into the scenery without other people even noticing.

It still lets some light in. It's nothing. It says nothing. It's just there-existing. Lifeless and drained of all life, spirit, color, and the essence of who you are. You lose your identity. You lose your personality.

In depression, you lose everything that makes you-you.

You're muted gray. And that's okay. In time, you'll heal little by little, getting yourself out of the monotone darkness you know so well. You made a bed there. You're comfortable there. Safe. But don't stay there. Even though it feels like home. It's not. It's a big grey-black veil over your real self. Your soul. Once you start healing, you lift the veil up little by little....letting light in.

As months and years go by, you've healed in many little steps that add up to a huge change in you. You're still in depression, but nowhere near as deep as you were. You remember how you were back then, and you see how much you healed for the better.

You see you're not staring at walls or patterns on drapes, or blankly staring at the floor. You're not closed off, you're not as quiet, you're smiling more, laughing more, engaging more, doing more activities you used to love and enjoy, being more sociable, and overall just being the real YOU.

You see more of your old personality shining through. THAT'S when you see the difference in you. You're not 100% healed by any means. But you've made strides. More and more...seeing your old self there in the distance in the field.

Go get her. She needs you back.

He dipped his fingers into my mouth

and called me his.

I brought the animal out in him.

The side he showed no one else.

And I became something feral, taunting, and submissive. The very thing he needed and craved.

I felt wanted and adored.

He felt needed, cathartic, and in control.

And when we collided, storms erupted violently.

Even having one true friend or person that loves you can change your life.

There are moments in life when you are faced with decisions that feel impossible, where every choice seems to pull you in opposite directions. Often, one of these choices may involve letting go of something or someone you deeply care about, knowing that it will break your heart in the process. It can feel like an unbearable weight—like you’re choosing pain over comfort. Yet, within this heartache lies an unspoken truth: sometimes, the hardest choices are the ones that bring you the most peace. Letting go, though excruciating, can clear the path for healing, growth, and the space needed to breathe again. It may not be immediate, but peace often follows when we allow ourselves to step away from something or someone that no longer serves us.

It’s a bittersweet realization that peace isn't always the absence of pain, but rather the courage to embrace the discomfort of necessary change. It requires a kind of inner strength to make the choice that feels like it's unraveling your heart, yet trust that it is stitching back together something more aligned with who you are becoming. In the end, it’s not about avoiding hurt but about finding the freedom to live authentically and at peace with yourself. And though the road may be painful, it is through this heartache that we often find the clarity and resilience needed to step into a future where we are whole again.

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Let your love be stronger than your hate or anger. Learn the wisdom of compromise, for it is better to bend a little than to break.

If you don’t love yourself you will always be chasing after people who don’t love you either.

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

Look her in the eyes when you run your hand up her thighs, because her desire is in the connection. Don't be surprised, when she shivers and sighs, intimacy is your most dangerous weapon.

Kiss her real slow, and kiss her down low, you don't have to be on top to make sure you're in charge. Run your hands through her hair, till she's so close to there, then hold her close as she falls off the ledge.

Make her scream out your name, till it drives you insane, and you both lay spent on the bed. Don't even think that I'm done with you yet.

You’re in a relationship to be happy, to smile, to laugh and to make good memories.

Not to be constantly upset, to feel hurt or cry.

Choose the relationship that’s going to lead growth within yourself and your love for one another.

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“Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.”