I love seeing innocent people.
I suppose that’s why I love children. There’s an innocence to them that will soon be gone. The innocent thought that the moon is following you or your thumb truly covers the whole sun.
There’s a part of me that looks back at things and smiles at how innocent I used to be. Now I would call myself naive. But honestly, why would I should be at fault for believing in the greater good? For believing people are actually good at heart and you can find love that could last forever.
I can appreciate the wisdom my years have given me. I don’t want to remain blind to how life truly is but why have to find out through heartache, betrayal and seeing those whom you love hurt. Then again, is there any other way to find out that things aren’t peachy perfect?
I can’t appreciate my innocent years without feeling an emptiness to me afterwards, without feeling sadness. People come, people go. Promises are made and broken. People are born and those you love die. You fall in like, in lust, in love and you feel like you rule the world. But just like that, you can grow apart rather than together. You fall out of it but is it ever really gone? Having to learn to let go but is that really possible? I mean, you carry your experiences for life so do we ever truly learn to let go? Should we have to?
But I also think that as much as we may think life fucks us over, lots of us still hold out hope but we’re afraid to trust in it once again, and it makes sense. But that’s the thing, most of us still believe and we’re just skeptical. So is believing being naive? Is hoping still having part of your innocence intact?
Funny thing innocence.
1:20 am |
February 28 2013
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“You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
— “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” Warsan Shire (via ewok-gia)
(Source: sotla, via ewok-gia)
10:49 pm |
February 27 2013
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| Me: |
I honestly don't get the point of vagina pics |
| Kevin: |
Because the vagina is a beautiful structure of art that's meant to be gaze upon with lustful eyes, while feeling every detail with succulent lips |
| Me: |
Yeah... I'd let my imaginary guy admire it in person. Fuck pictures. |
| Kevin: |
I see it like this... When you go out to eat, you ask for menu right? You wanna know what the food looks like before you eat it. That's the value of vagina pics |
| Me: |
Cannot judge a meal by how appetizing or atrocious it may look on that picture. Even that is deceiving. There's still those that surprise you in either a good or bad way. Therefore, my argument is very much valid because it goes for both food and well, food. |
| Kevin: |
Yeah but you don't wanna get your food right in front of you and it looks unpleasant and you're then forced to eat it because it's already there |
| Me: |
building up an expectation and getting disappointed is no better. Like if you get it cool but if not then whatever. But I don't really care cause mine isn't deceiving, pretty in all the ways. Its a ~beautiful structure of art~ |
1:13 am |
February 27 2013
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When I was a little girl I used to say I would be a flight attendant because my cousin wanted to be a pilot. My reasoning wasn’t that it was because he wanted to be a pilot. It was that if he were to ever crash the plane then he wouldn’t die alone.
lmao emo since I was four~
9:35 pm |
February 26 2013
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I don’t even know what I want anymore.
I wish I was driven and passionate towards something. One specific thing. But I’m the kind of person who was brought up in a “whatever you do, just make sure you be the best at it” kind of way and I never knew that had the potential to become my biggest issue.
There are things I like and I’m good at them. There’s things I have no idea as to what in the world I am doing but I’m still good. I learn quickly. We essentially all have that potential, to be good at it all. But like I said, I was really brought up that way so there’s that. Like when I worked in catering two summers ago, I made sure I was the best damn waitress at the fancy rich people private parties, they loved me and tipped me well. I work at the day care now, the kids and parents are satisfied with my work. But these are just temporary jobs. So the issue is the ‘big picture’. I keep thinking I want one career because I like that field but there’s also many other things I like to do which essentially leaves me wishing that I was just truly passionate about one specific thing.
This shit is mad confusing. I wish I was sure of myself or better yet, my ‘future’ self time traveled and comes to tell me what the fuck it is that I will do in life. Or you know what, I don’t really mind jumping around from field to field as long as I actually enjoy it and find my niche in the future.
I just really honestly hope that when I’m older I’m doing what I was meant to do and I love doing so.
It’d be lovely to be working for the place I want -whatever that may be- in my 20s but it’d be even better that I can ‘retire’ early and do whatever else I want to do which would most likely be planning events.
I don’t fucking know, man. wutever.
9:33 pm |
February 26 2013
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“Lo difícil no es dejar ir a una persona, sino el luchar contra el recuerdo que queda.”
— (via efimerabelleza)
(via naojamilet)
2:21 pm |
February 26 2013
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“Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.”
— Marianne Williamson (via d-ivinations)
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via vaganja)
1:07 pm |
February 26 2013
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“Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.”
— Sarah Ockler (via adeana)
(Source: hellanne, via adeana)
10:35 pm |
February 25 2013
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