June 2012
May 2012
“the wounded child inside many males is a boy who, when he first spoke his truths, was silenced by paternal sadism, by a patriarchal world that did not want him to claim his true feelings. The wounded child inside many females is a girl who was taught from early childhood that she must become something other than herself, deny her true feelings, in order to attract and please others. When men and women punish each other for truth telling, we reinforce the notion that lies are better. To be loving we willingly hear the other’s truth, and most important, we affirm the value of truth telling. Lies may make people feel better, but they do not help them to know love.”
—bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via nadia-love)
“I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.”
—T.S. Eliott (via feathertears)
“
The sexual chemistry with you is palpable and I never even had the pleasure to grace your presence.
Not one for jealousy, but I’am jealous for the people who had the privilege to bow down and worship at your altar.
I’m in awe of your beauty, brains, body and your lily white skin.
My mind has become my dark passenger.
I can’t stop the maddening impure thoughts of you.
On my crude days, to put it simply, I want to fuck you senseless.
On my endearing days I want to wholeheartedly make love to you.
You’ve brought a yearning voracity I haven’t been able to appease.
Eyelash wishing
Areola licking
Nipple pinching
Ass biting
Titty grabbing
Neck sucking
Hair pulling
Consumes me
Devouring YOUR rosy pink lips
Kissing YOUR scattered birth marks
Tracing YOUR arches and curves
Consumes me
Watching that speck of golden hue in your ocean blue eyes expand and contract whilst I usurp you emotionally and physically.
Consumes me
I never had you BUT I had you.
Thank you. Take care
” ——MEDD
(TAKE CARE)
“I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.”
—
Audrey Hepburn (via wordsthat-speak)
a terribly enormous need
(via delatiierra)
“Fuck!
I did it again.
Wrong place; wrong girl.
Girl being the operative word.
I know they say opposites attract but that’s such a cliché that has no basis in truth.
Truth is I loved her…
Truth is I hate myself…
Truth is I don’t know why I loved her…
Truth is I don’t think she had a fucking clue who I’am or knows anything about me…
Truth is I’m at fault for not declaring my self worth…
Fuck!
I still cry for her and I don’t know why?
She was never mine to begin with and probably somebody else’s already.
I don’t think she knows what love is.
Just caught up with the infatuation of love like her previous suitors and maybe my previous suitor.
I fell for the antithesis of me.
Maybe I’m a self saboteur? Or a possessed masochist?
She didn’t hurt me, I hurt myself because when you know better you do better and I sure as fuck knew better but didn’t do better.
FUCK!” —MEDD
I did it again.
Wrong place; wrong girl.
Girl being the operative word.
I know they say opposites attract but that’s such a cliché that has no basis in truth.
Truth is I loved her…
Truth is I hate myself…
Truth is I don’t know why I loved her…
Truth is I don’t think she had a fucking clue who I’am or knows anything about me…
Truth is I’m at fault for not declaring my self worth…
Fuck!
I still cry for her and I don’t know why?
She was never mine to begin with and probably somebody else’s already.
I don’t think she knows what love is.
Just caught up with the infatuation of love like her previous suitors and maybe my previous suitor.
I fell for the antithesis of me.
Maybe I’m a self saboteur? Or a possessed masochist?
She didn’t hurt me, I hurt myself because when you know better you do better and I sure as fuck knew better but didn’t do better.
FUCK!” —MEDD
“I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.”
—Why Do Twentysomethings Always Feel So Old | Ryan O’Connell (via spacelovemelody)
