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To find yourself, take any breath and ask, “Who is breathing?” Is someone from the past breathing? Is your image of yourself breathing? Is your name breathing? Is a story breathing? Is a thought breathing ? Is the sentence” I am breathing” breathing? Is your dream of yourself breathing? Or is there simply breathing, held in You?
Jeff Foster (via ashramof1)
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.
Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (via introspectivepoet)
I just want cute bras, nice tattoos and a chance to see the world.
(-brokenbones-)
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I realized it tonight
I realized it like you realize you’ve reached the top of the stairs
after you take that one step that lands in thin air
I realized it with an inaudible gasp
I realized it like biting into a popsicle that numbs your front teeth
but you eat it anyways
I realized I don’t hate you
I realized I love you more than ever
I realized I hate myself
for not being enough for youI will not pick at the foundation any longer
Pulling threads from their seams haphazardly
I will not lament at how you do not care about me
Because you do care about me
But you are still growing and rough around the edges and I am not enough for you
Me, I have smooth edges
with a hidden, terror stricken, demolished core
I wanted you to turn the rubble into a sanctuary that could save us both
I wanted you to save me from myself
But you wanted someone whole
and told me to pick up the pieces myself
So I am trying, with my wobbling handsNow my muscles ache with the strain of craving you
And my irises burn with the blinding light
of how bright she shines when you touch her
And my lips bleed, teeth tearing at them with anxiousness
watching her turn away from you
just to give another section of her love to someone else
And you’re still glowing softly
like a light when you first shut it off before everything goes darkGod I want you
And please know I mean it when I say I would never leave you
If you would only take me out of my box and dust me off
But you don’t know
that I want to and would hold you closer than anything
Because I say it silently in the deepest, darkest corners of my mind
Where you haven’t yet ventured and I haven’t yet let you inAnd now I’m left longing to wither away without you
Afraid of pointless shame for “walking away”
Which is really just an intricate mask for my phobia of letting go
And I continue to clutch at things outside my grasp
And dream of love I’ve never known
I want to destroy myself before you destroy me
Whether you mean to or not
I want to gingerly tear myself apart
So you never get to do the killing
darksilenceinsuburbia