Niev.21.Germany.Asian studies & japanese.
how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
You were the Master of leaving
I was the servant of grieving.
Me and my lovely friends.
if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands
A Hello is so simple, unless it’s said by you.
I don’t know how to make sense to you. I don’t know how to make you understand that I love you, I want to love you, I could love you, better than anyone else. They tell me I’m good with words, but I don’t know how to say it.
Kayla Kathawa (via ninakathawa)
Precious. A word used to describe value. Immense positive value. It is used to point out things and people that are very important and dear to you. There’s that ring she was given by her mother, who before that, received it from her mother. It’s a symbol of love and family, of bond. To him, his car means everything. The first ride, the first crash. The awareness of being alive and ceasing to be - at a hairs length. Often we cherish things more than people. People should be always loved above. Humans are beautiful, exhilarating and never replaceable.
But people are dangerous. People are wonderful, yet uncertain. Their roads almost never go as expected.
That’s why no matter how expensive a thing may be, whatever effort it took you, nothing you can give is as valuable as your time.
It’s true. The most precious thing you can give someone is your time. So choose carefully if you want to share it with someone. Time given, time gone can never be replaced. You will never get the chance to turn back time.
Giving your time to someone is like ripping out pages from your favorite book. With the pages gone, the story changes. Giving somebody your time is the greatest honor to make. Be sure of who has earned it.
Over all, being given parts of a persons lifetime is the greatest gift you can receive. Handle it wisely and carefully. For you can never give back time that you have stolen. Time that you have wasted because you were selfish and didn’t know or care what is right. Wasting somebody’s time is a crime, attacking their future way of living. People who had their time wasted change. Their walk is bent, their eyes narrowed. Trust is something they hardly give.
So be on your guard when it comes to your time. Give it with thought and be aware of the consequences, for time is irreplaceable. And more than that, be grateful for time that is given. Handle it with soft palms, for it is the most precious thing you will ever receive.
This is brutally beautiful.
So are we.
This is endless.
So are we.
Buddy Wakefield, Human the Death Dance (via petrichour)
I don’t own you
I never will
But you owe me
My words to kill
I sighed and wept for what could not be—and for all that could have been.
Lang Leav (Lullabies)
I still remember the sound of your voice that night
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love
Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love
This touches my soul in places, I have never discovered.
I am not the girl. And I never will be. And I’m trying to be okay with that. But you make this really hard for me. Approaching me for favours and asking me things I know, so you can benefit from it. Do you ever care about how I might feel? That I might get hurt by that?
Because I am not the girl. And I never will be. And I’m trying to be okay with that. But you make this really hard for me. Taking for granted that I care about you. That I will do anything you ask me to. Isn’t it enough to know, that I love you? Can’t you just let me go as I struggle to forget you?
Because I am not the girl. And I never will be. And I’m trying to be okay with that. But you keep making this so hard for me. It’s like everytime I feel that I am getting better, you sense it. You feel yourself drifting from my mind. And you barge in my life again. And everything I have worked out and every improvement I’ve made is just gone. Yes, It’s hard and now I am back in the state of remembering every little thing. I hear him say that I am special to him. His voice, I haven’t heard in weeks is so close and clear. I see him everywhere. In the books that I read and the tea that I’m drinking. Even in the eyes of strangers.
But I’m good. I try to shake it off. I pick up the pieces of nostalgia. Cracks and shatters of moments and feelings that are long gone. Painful to see and even more suffocating to deal with. But I’m used to it now. And after I stashed every one of them into that small bag, I put it away. And I tell myself “Maybe this wasn’t the last time and maybe the last time is not in reach. But that moment will come and that bag will be gone. And You will find yourself again and you will be stronger and happier than all of them.And he’ll come for you again. But then you’ll know better than that.”
I know that I am not the girl. And that I never will be. But I will be okay with that.
i’m not interested in being easy on the eyes
i want them to flinch, think twice before they reach out their callous hands to bruise.
i want to be a constant reminder to men that not everything is theirs for the taking.