“because Inside Each Word Some Memory Stalks Another Memory And Without Hearing It You Know It Is There,

Screw it.

Reblog this post before October 31st and I’ll say what monster/cryptid/mythical creature you remind me of just from scrolling through your blog a bit. Make sure you have asks open.

Vincent Van Gogh, Almond Blossom, 1890. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.

“The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.”

— The Notebook

OSHO talks-

I Have Called That the New Man – Zorba the Buddha

“First I taught you about trust, the heart, feeling, love; and now I am teaching you about doubt, skepticism, reason, intellect, because I would like you to be a whole man. You can be completely satisfied with trusting, with the heart, but you will not be a whole man. I would not call Mira a whole person, I would not call Ramakrishna a whole person. They are beautiful, but the intellect is missing; it is all heart. It is too much sugar, it creates diabetes. I am diabetic. Too much of the heart, too much sweetness, and you suffer from diabetes – and I don’t want any of you to suffer from diabetes. Yes, just living by the heart you will have spiritual diabetes. Intellect is salty, spicy; it is not all sugar.

“I would like you to enjoy the wholeness of your being, when your body, your heart, your intellect all fall in tune. I have called that the new man – Zorba the Buddha.”

-Osho

You can't blame the monster for doing what's natural to them.

Angels are so far above the evils of men.

To be honest, I don't remember who i was before you. You consumed me so much i made you the reason for my entire existence no matter how much i denied that. People looked at me as if I've lost my mind and maybe i did. I fitted myself into everything you wanted without even thinking twice. And if that isn't madness i dont know what is.

Now that i dont want to be consumed by you or your fucking ideologies, you can't stand it anymore. (I don't know what people think when they romanticize heartbreaks; what kind of sadistic satisfaction do you get out of that? It is ugly, horrible and ends up making you look stupid so make it sound like that.)

I want to be consumed by things that won't leave me questioning myself and if losing you is what it takes then so be it.

And I'm sick of kissing you in my head, when can it be real instead?

k.b. // avery lynch - all i need

What do yall think cuz its for a competition and i need the 1k

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I am not okay

Why?

I have a nice life

A good school

Good grades

A good family

So why?

Is it the fact that no matter how many positive things I have, there'll still be negative things?

Is it the fact that I serve no purpose?

Is it our misogynistic society and that I, as a woman, can never do anything about it?

I always knew that, but I still can't get it in my head

I can't accept it

I won't accept it

Regret is something all of us have experienced

I've regreted many things

And talking about my feelings is one of them

You might say

"Get a therapist" or,

"Talk to your guidance counselor"

or better yet,

"Talk to your parents"

I can't trust any of them

I'd rather talk about my feelings to people the same as me or I'd rather not talk about my feelings at all

People were raised differently, in different places, and by different people

You can't talk about loving the same gender to someone homophobic

can you?

The system is flawed

I know that

Yet I don't know why

Living is the most beautiful yet cruelest punishment

I wish I was aborted

You wouldn't like that

You would say

"Don't say that! Abortion is a sin"

Wouldn't you?

Please don't say that

There are people you can talk to

You feel bad for them

Because the fact you can talk to them

Means they've gone through the same thing

Don't help people when you can't help yourself

I've seen people do this

You aren't bound to anyone

Don't let them force you to help them

Pretty privilege is something that I would never have right now

You would probably say

"Don't mind them! You are beautiful"

I'm not

I know it

I don't mind

I'd rather have money

Do I disgust you?

Don't tell me

I'd rather not know

Nothing can hurt me that way

Friends are hard

I don't have friends

Friends are people you can talk to

Laugh with

Play with

I don't have friends

I talk to people, of course

I would go insane if I didn't

But I don't have friends

This poem is all over the place

With no main point

I don't know how to organize things

I'm sorry

Please forgive me

Please don't say I'm silly or being dramatic

Please respect me

Please don't make fun of me

Please

I am sad

I feel sad alot

But

I am also happy

I also feel happy alot

I am

Me

I can get through this

I can endure it

I am satisfied

I am okay