“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.” -Chuck Palahniuk
welcome to my on and on.
btw you should talk to me or i might not follow you because I was too lazy to look at your blog sorry
When you fly like music tethered to whispers of the wind.
To hold my self the biggest blessing
I’ve learned my body
I’ve learned to tear it down too many times
And golden rays still hit tender
The butterflies come back and back and back
The softness of the voice inside my head
It’s easy to forget when you’ve been so loud so long
Each wrinkle so detailed, you’d never know
I’ve been running with my eyes closed
If I could only follow the birds songs.
I am good for me.
I am good for me.
Each petal dropped
So many flowers killed about love
And so what if he loves me not?
I’ve stopped craving nuts
I will not hold them for the winter
My body is my home,
I will not stuff them there to pretend it’s made me safe
I will not hide them to find them later.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
After it has killed you every day, every minute
You’re not stronger because it didn’t kill you.
No, you are stronger because you survived.
I am sorry to me and to you and you and you and you and you and any you that I have left worse
I have allowed my flaws to grow into large trees within me
Its easier to let them go unattended than to nurture yourself.
But how do you person?
Because I want this, but I want that too. And how can I want two different things if I am just one person.
Have you heard this line?
I think it goes
“Listen to your heart”
Who immortalized such bad advice?
Your heart is weak, it can be broken.
I’ve never known a man to suffer of a broken head.
My fingers quake
Since when have quivering hands ever meant bruises
But, blue is my favorite color.
I’ve always wanted to be a better me.
I’ll buy nail polish
I’ll try to paint the sky in dots
And maybe from this distance it will look like stars.
Maybe from this distance I can paint my future with the purity of a thousand silent goods
I’ve been told I write about love a lot
But, I love each skin draped skeleton whose see-through smile has anchored me.
And isn’t it so beautiful, friendship
When our cheeks touch
And I can see more in you than you can find in the mirror.
I thank the anger that has killed me because I can birth myself a better then time.
Please leave your footprints in the sand and celebrate being erased by the ocean.
I understand where it’s coming from. Both sides have done wrong. But, mostly everything I see on tumblr is pure hatred toward Israel. So, although I am not proclaiming a side that I stand for, I want a lot of you well-educated, well-meaning people to look at the Israeli perspective from the eyes of a civilian so that at least your only information about the “evil that is Israel” doesn’t come from one sided posts by too eager to blame someone bloggers.
"Date someone who gives you the same feeling of when you see your food coming at a restaurant"