“After a breakup you go through a period of mourning the one you loved, even worse because you are forced to mourn someone who is still alive. It kills you that they are still breathing but your love has died. Then this emotional bipolar cycle begins one minute you catch yourself daydreaming of the good times between the two of you that gave you butterflies, before you know it your favorite pastime becomes sleep just to pass the time being with your EX in your dreams, and you hate waking up to the realization that it was just a dream and the reality is that your all alone. You start to hate them for loving them, and after enough suffering you forget that you ever loved them at all, and you just hate them. You beat your heart till your bruises have scars, you beat it till the hurting no longer hurts, you hurt until the pain is numb. This is the most dangerous part of the roller coaster, this is where you think you’ve won. To believe that your really over your love is dumb. The opposite of love isn’t hate, the opposite of love is indifference. Your truly over your ex when you don’t give a shit, not when you think your ex is a piece of shit. The best advice I can give you is to never love someone more than you love yourself, and if you don’t love yourself you can’t love someone else. Two lost people asking each other for directions doesn’t get you found, and the blind can lead the blind as long as there’s a dog around : )”—Kt - an excerpt from my untitled manuscript.
“IF YOU THINK YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS REAL TRADE PHONES FOR A DAY WITH NO PASSWORDS OR LOCK, IF YOU CAN’T SHARE SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS YOUR PHONE HOW COULD YOU UNLOCK AND SHARE YOUR HEART, WE ALL HAVE SECRETS BUT YOU SHARE THEM WHEN YOUR IN LOVE. REAL…”—
Once upon a time…
in ancient times
2,000 years ago to be exact…
a carpenter, a prostitute, and 12 other outcasts
started a cult that challenged all social values of the time.
They believed their leader was God incarnate himself.
That he had the power to walk on water and even rise from the dead. They believed he would form a new kingdom and their obsession with revolution worried local authorities.
For decades past followers of the Nazarene, or today better known as Christians were viewed as a cult by the Roman authorities. Christianity starts as a dissident movement within Judaism. So we have a charismatic leader with a message that challenges both religious and secular authorities. It would take 100’s of years for christianity to become a mainstream religion. In fact many of the worlds major religions Buddhism, Islam, and Mormonism have come from the same roots. There’s a fine line between belief and obsession and when a group of people start to believe something they tend to do so putting their own spirit aside invalidating their own fate to come into fruition by the adversary brainwashing the masses. All successful religions have one thing in common, they control the common man. Common acceptance is erasing that fine line between cult and religion, making your God A. OK to pray to without others thinking your crazy. If you really think about it we still are Pagans, all of these different religions believe in a different God, and our Gods are at war with each other, like christianity’s God and muslims mohammed.
Jesus is one mans God, and another mans prophet
… and finally once the business of the church can create a profit by selling you false prophets…
“Dear men: the only thing I ask of u is to treat me the same way you would want someone to treat your daughter. Even if you don’t have any children of your own, remember we are all someones child. No matter how old i grow im still n always daddy’s little girl.”—
“I either want
nothing at all.
I want to fly
or fall on my face.
I do not enjoy
the brief relief of just floating.
I am not
graceful in simplicity.
I am a natural disaster,
I am a world war.
I am on the brink
of the almighty almost
that kisses the lips
and I have always
stepped off short.”—Michelle K., Greatness. (via thatkindofwoman)
“And the age old question remains-
How can I lose something that never was mine?
You said I was always honest
when I wasn’t saying I was fine.
You said you and I are in two different places.
But without you, I’m crooked,
like my whole life needs braces.
You said (with your eyes closed)
“Do you want me to go?”
I shook my head yes
and choked down the word “no.”
We have nothing in common except
our hearts beat in sync.
Without a single touch, you somehow
pushed me to the brink.
You may be the witch here
who harbors evil dark powers.
But let’s face what we’ve created
and see which one of us cowers.
I was not, am not, will not be afraid.
I’ll still sleep in my bed where I know you have laid.
So let the sun burn me, don’t point out the shade.
Today you left me and for the first time
I stayed.”—"What My Heart Is Leaking" by Kim Rhodes (via perfect)
“'Do you ever feel that way?'
I search for the words. ‘Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As is you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it.’”—Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via perfect)