Posted in Just Things

Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness.Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Forgiveness. 
I can’t

Posted in Just Things

random life rant of someone who has been wronged sooo many times because of a freaking birth right

​People pass through your life like lightning. 

It may be a four year lightning bolt that was just passing through you but hit something else or one that has been seven years in the making (really? 😂) and has struck you just in time. Hell, who knows when or where the next one will hit. All I know now is that I want to enjoy life, full of love and try my hardest to part with hard days and hard people with a genuine smile. I can’t keep lugging those feelings behind me like they’re magically going to change. 

They’re not. 

You learn to live with the luggage or not live at all. 

And, I’m tired of putting aside what I deserve so that others can live out what they think is theirs.

Posted in Moments

precious things #1

when he opens his eyes, bloodshot and bleary, and has completely no idea what in the world has been happening for almost a century and then looks at you for answers while involuntarily pouting before going back to his corner to doze off and snore again

(Yes, this is precious to me. No, there won’t ever be a safe moment with me again. Yes, my blog will know how damn cute you are *at least to me, you are*)

Posted in Just Things, Poetry

thoughts

​It’s the pause in a careful stride, 

the drop of a hand reaching for something, 

the stutter in the middle of a tirade, 

the discreet swallow before diving into a new endeavor,

the breath in-between kisses,

the heavy pinch when you complete a deed… 

Second-guessing, always…

poor thing, not versed in the art of living in the present. 

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F.R.U.S.T.R.A.T.I.O.N.

I was always the girl that everyone held at arms-length. The person that everyone considered as a commodity, if not a liability. Then, through time I discovered that I could be the girl that was invisible or someone that was untouchable… so I took that and I watched. I watched everyone else in their nonchalance groups but never mingled, never included. All I’ll ever do is watch.