Morning texts
Another morning of firing thoughts
I am lost for a second
And terrified of the noise
After I place my hands on my head
I grab my chest and open my eyes
You’re not here it’s real
The bed feels bigger than usual I’m practically an ant in a white desert
My phone is full of messages from everyone from here to the galaxy
But not from you so it doesn’t really matter
I’m not ever going to see those silly morning messages
My morning smiles are no longer yours
I have to learn to smile for my own good mornings and pep talks
That was all a dream anyways
Thinking about it...
I loved you so much mujer
Loved you gently, harshly, quietly and loudly
Loved you madly and impatiently
I wanted more of you than you can catch up
How did you not catch it?
I gave you my air just so you breathe better
But you were inhaling way too much of yourself
I wanted and needed and needed that love suffocated itself
I had nothing left to give and you impatiently
Harshly
And coldly
Left.
So now? I wake up.
In a big bed and empty messages
Wondering how I’m still breathing
Still thinking of you and only hurt
And those are my new mornings ever since then
Catching myself and my heart
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This year so far
I've met some interesting people
I learned somethings about myself, I learned all people are equal.
I went as far as I hope I'll ever go/put lust over thinking.
Realized love is subjective
But realized hatred is too
Realized if you want it there really isn't nothing you won't do.
Learned not everything that you want
Is going to have to want you
And if somebody wants you
It doesn't mean that it's cool.
Being in love is the shit
The greatest feeling I felt
But i finally realized
The greatest person to ever love is yourself.
Affection is needed for sanity
But not all touching is the same
I'd rather have platonic hugs from people than love me
Then fuck people just to say that we came.
No body has answers kid. Not even you.
Success is measured not by society standards but by doing what you want to do.
Shame only exist to hold you back
Regret is the same
Losing people isn't the end of the word
It's ok to be lame.
Rock hard for people who are willing to rock hard for you
Forgive the people who think they rock but you know it's not true.
They really don't know no better.
Stop writing hoes letters
Keep seeing the good in people
Keep up with your debtors.
You don't owe no body shit
But your word should be bond
The lesson isn't in do what you say
But only say you'll do whats fond.
Make sure you do what you love
Sacrifice for yourself.
Always support black People
Their your equals
Family is everything
But genetics don't make it.
Learn to get your point across better
Not everything needs an explanation
Sometimes you have to walk off
Not everything deserves your frustration.
The year isn't over
Just keep praying you make it.
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“It doesn’t matter that you’re white and I’m brown, you’re straight and I’m gay, you’re American and I’m Indian...We’ll all be miserable on Monday morning...” - Angana Sinha Ray with an excerpt from Issue 5, The Work Edition. Swipe right for preview, link in bio for purchase. @anganasinharay 📷 by Abhishek Bali . . . #butchisnotadirtyword #butchplease #butchdyke #gender #gendernonconforming #femalemasculinity #queermasculinity #sheher #theythem #qpoc #qwoc #gay #gayisokay #gaygaygay #dykesofinstagram #butchesofinstagram #india #newdelhi #gayindia #indiagay #newdelhi #gaynewdelhi #queerindia #portrait #portraits #portraitphotography #portraitphoto #picofthegay (at India, New Delhi) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwxnZtXBZux/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1e3nynr07uo3m
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