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The person you’re meant to be with will never have to be chased, begged or given an ultimatum.

Mandy Hale (via wordsnquotes)

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the book of corinthians read to us: “love is patient, love is kind” and my darling, you have been so patient though life and love have not always been kind to you shades of grey never once dulled your shine or stole the smile from your lips or the hope from your heart it was promised to you that love would always persevere and though at times it must have felt as if love had given up on you you never gave up on love so tell me was it not worth it? to be so strong for so long? to keep faith on your side?  i think it was i think it was

(cc, 2017)

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We cannot live in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening. To use our own voice. To see our own light.

Hildegard von Bingen, from ‘Selected Writings’ (via onefaithlove)

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December. It’s the time for lovers and lonely hearts. It’s a month that can go both ways..when the snow on the ground can remind you of the cold that wells in your heart or the warmth that will soon embrace you in your lovers arms. It’s an ending, when you finally pick up the pieces of your broken heart and close the chapter to start a new one.

j0ethejellybean, writing prompt #72, write about December  (via wnq-writers)

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I wish I could draw a picture of my world,

Coming

Crashing

Down,

So then you could understand the repercussions of your actions,

And you would know how alone it feels to be with someone who wakes you up to the solitude of an aching sorrow- one you never had to share with anyone before...

One that reminds you how unimportant you are.

One that reminds you how unlovable you are.

One that makes you feel completely invisible.

...

And mark his territory,

He will piss all over it.

Worse than an untrained dog,

He will piss,

And piss,

And piss.

And then some...

Some more to piss me off.

Like, you want to believe he is not so bad but there is no proof.

So,

You romanticize,

How unromantic...

To have your ass spanked,

On a daily basis.

For no reason,

You did nothing to deserve a spanking.

No.

It is not okay, actually.

Never has been,

Never will be.

So this is to NOT forget.

Please,

Stop making excuses.

Please,

Stop telling me I just want to be mad- I don't, actually. I do not want to be mad but I am going to force myself to hold onto this because I want it to STOP

and

if it doesn't

then

we will.

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It was a toxic suffocation from the beginning. But I chose to ignore it. The warning signs were there, blaring words telling me to get out and protect myself before anything happened. But you calmed me. You spoke to the demons that haunted me and chased away the anxiety that plagued my body. You made me so certain that, this undefined relationship we shared was something that had long breached friendship and was simply clambering around for more. Our hugs would soothe me even after the most tumultuous day and you would whisper how nice it felt to be wrapped in familiar arms that felt like home. That statement boggled my mind and made me understand why everything with you was alright. Everything was calm, nothing hurt and I felt like I could take on the world. Except you didn’t feel like home - you were home. Home without a warning home packed up and left. Moved to the other side of the country and left me to fend for myself, if that was possible. Home took my strength as it found another occupant who publicised their new residence as I watched home from a distance finally feeling like what I’d become. I was homeless but my home was still there but caring for someone else. That when the demons returned. Except these were new and constantly reminded me of the home I had lost. Reminded me of exactly what the perfect tenant should have been like. It was my fault that I no longer had a home and even now the pain still eats away at me as I close my eyes and try to forget the comfort and safety I was provided before I let it slip through my fingers. If I had noticed what was happening I would have help on harder, fought harder to keep that sense of belonging with me.

writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart| mkc (via wnq-writers)

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My almost love relationship breaks my heart every day.

#writingprompt #67 #writingprompt67 #wnq writers #analmost #almost #almostlove #almostrelationship

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Hello everyone!

Here are your new prompts for October! Hope you enjoy them.

All you need to participate in the journal challenge is:

*A notebook *A writing utensil

and

*your creativity!

Respond to each daily prompt using mixed media, a drawing, or a simple journal entry. Snap a photo of your finished entry and tag your photo with #journaling-junkie, and #2017OctoberJournalChallenge so we can all like and reblog your lovely entries!

Feel free to send me a message if you have any questions.

Happy writing! :)

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Sometimes,

You feel you have a choice,

Sometimes,

That choice is trying as hard as you can to hold on,

Sometimes,

The choice is not either sadness or sorrow,

Sometimes,

The choice is trying not to drown as the tide of emotions roll in

Sometimes,

The choice is realizing the depth of the wave and just trying to not be engulfed by it.

Sometimes,

The waves come so strong that all you can do is hold on

Sometimes,

He tells you that you are doing it for show.

Sometimes,

In the middle of the night. In the middle of the madness. In the middle of the melodramatic realness of your existence that comes rolling in like a tidal wave; ride, run, or drown.

Sometimes,

The choice is to run from that wave because on this particular night, at this particular time, it feels very dark, and haunting, and drowning alone in the seas that no one sees that no one sees, that no one sees,

Sometimes,

Things come up as in a lost treasure and you have to stare them in the face and they have to stare at you, too and so you meet them face-to-face, the lost treasures bore from disaster that are as much a part of you as you are them. And, in your weakness, they ask you to be stronger than the bottom of the ocean, stronger than a seashell withstanding the ebb of another flow of a tidal wave episode, and so as a seashell on seashore, I endure,

I endure,

and,

I endure.

#poem #poetry #prose #freewrite #cognitivedissonance #writer #healing #hurt #emotions #strength #godlovesyou #seashells #iamaseashell #seashell

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October is about trees revealing colors they’ve hidden all year. People have an October as well.

Jm Storm (via wordsnquotes)

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Give. Even when you know you can get nothing back.

Yasmin Mogahed   (via wordsnquotes)

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She was beautiful, dark and sad. Just like the autumn leaves that fall, marked and dead.

bibliophilic-loner, writing prompt #63: write about the beauty of autumn (via wnq-writers)

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Hi, my name is Monkey.

I like to ball up

all my feelings

into a tiny little bomb

& wait for an inopportune moment

to detonate it.

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