Is There Anything More Fun Than Creating Something And Being Able To Say “this Is How I Feel”

Rumi, from Bittersweet (tr. by Fereydoun Kia & Deepak Chopra)

I might like a girl.

My face will flush

caused by the thought of that girl.

I might talk to the girl

get to know that girl,

Love that girl

be with that girl,

Potentially marry that girl,

spend the rest of my life with that girl

But the only thing that keeps me apart from that girl,

is knowing that people will stare.

They will care angrily.

They will fight to keep me apart from that girl,

because, I just happen to be a girl who loves another girl,

in an unapproving world.

~

Alex Delorme

all we need is hope, not war 

children of the world pj

by valentini mavrodoglou

“Forest dreams, are they not the most wonderful, lover mine, lover sweet.”

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“Being understood is a different type of drug.”

— Jay Vespertine

“I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone.”

— (via nostalgicnerd)

“You don’t actually fear the opinion of others, what you really fear is how their possible rejections might trigger your own somewhat unconscious dislike for yourself.”

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So how do we improve your self-image? Well here is a powerful way:

Write an extensive list of short positive sentences about yourself and your qualities (non-grandiose of course) and then read them out aloud. If any one of them either feels really uncomfortable to say or conversely really amazing to say…then you basically know which ones to start with.

Now record them into an audio file, put that mother on repeat, track how much you listen to these affirmation each day, and also write down your experience and sense of progress.

And as to the question of progress…listening to affirmations may not immediately bring positive results as your subconscious mind might start to bicker with them for a while which may push uncomfortable emotions to the surface…but this is exactly when you need to keep going…for the inner resistance will gradually fade, I promise you that.

excerpt from who cares if it’s a choice? snappy answers to 101 nosy, intrusive, and highly personal questions about lesbians and gays by ellen orleans, june 1994

Irreplaceable

I miss you like the plants miss to be showered by the sun’s rays during the night

I miss you like the desert misses the rain during the dry season

I miss you like a child misses their mother in their absence

Occasionally, in the midst of the night I’m able to hear your cries or the sounds of your whimpering when you’d been hurt

I recall the misery in your eyes the day you returned home with blood dripping from your head the voices of agony haunt me when the moon replaces the sun at night

The image of the twinkle in your baby like moonlight eyes will eternally remain in my mind, body and soul

You’ve enchanted my shattered black heart with your stardust and even when it turns to nothing but ashes, it’ll forever remain besotted by you

You are irreplaceable