Isn’t it sad, the only time I truly smile or truly feel is when I escape reality for the night. 📺
Thank you for being here. Reading this. For existing.
I yearn so badly to be great at something, to perfect a craft. To have value. To be somebody. To earn a living. Instead of being codependent.
I’ve realized, from an early age I’ve been suppressing my femininity, sensuality. Depriving myself from blossoming and embracing these two things.
So much so I let myself become brainwashed by some book I read as a young girl. By the end of it I believed I had to remain pure until marriage. By doing so, I would save myself from a dying love story, like the one my parents had.
The only thing this accomplished was unnecessary guilt I felt every time I had a natural thought of pursuing any type of intimate relationship. This belief really messed me up.
Abstinence until marriage is not the answer. Openly talking and understanding that wanting to be close to someone is perfectly normal. Knowing yourself and your value and setting healthy boundaries for future relationships is the answer.
Allow yourself to be free and embrace every part of yourself.
[Always remain educated and safe]
I’ve been on tumblr for so long I feel old.
Every single day, I’m learning more about myself and she is always contradicting me.
It’s not your job to make other people happy but to comfort them. Your only obligation; make yourself happy and the rest will follow.
I’m ready to be weird again. Fitting in is overrated.
I adore October out of all the months and it’s not even my birth month.
The chilled breeze, the spook in the air, the smell of cinnamon and firewood. Nostalgic memories, trick or treating in the dark. The anticipation. Becoming someone else for the night.
Back then I wondered why I was so numb all the time. Lol. It’s called depression.
At least now I’m not wondering anymore, call it like it is and acknowledge that it will pass..
“If you don’t cringe at your youth, did you even have one?”
-My whole life I’ve been quite, reserved and well tempered. My whole life I’ve tried to become the opposite. Growing tired of never being memorable, loud or dazzling.
-I do not wish to be loud, arrogant or outspoken. I thoroughly enjoy the silence. I am comforted with loneliness as long as I am content with where I am.
Sincerely,
A lost soul
I want that youthful joy for life again. What am I doing about it? Nothing but growing old.
“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”— Melissa Cox
“Stay away from people that make you feel like you’re hard to love.”— Unknown