Can we hold each other and forget that it is not love? No expectations. No future.
I’ll use you & you use me and we will be happy in our short lived, make-believe bliss.
It’s only going to last a day, our fake fleeting feelings..
But doesn’t it feel good? The flesh. The warmth. The soft.
It’s difficult to connect anymore so we make the most of it.
Even if it’s only superficial & for tonight.
Give a man a chance to, and he’ll miss you.
I hate the negative stigma associated with the word ignorant.
I am ignorant on many subjects.
We are all “lacking knowledge, information, or awareness” about certain things.
I think it is important to acknowledge and accept that we each have blind spots. We always have more to learn.
I thought that I owned my power.
But he smiled as he took it away.
He jested. I protested.
He pushed the door open, progressing forward.
I dug my nails in his chest and pushed back.
And he taunted and tickled me and tugged at my clothing.
Over and over, louder and louder, I told him to stop touching me and leave my house.
He smiled. I shouted.
I am 32. I am a grown ass, confident woman. I live alone. I pay my own bills. I manage an insurance brokerage. I have a degree.
How was it so easy?
How have I built this facade of safety?
Bad feelings are valid, too.
Sadness, anger, fear, regret, disgust are all part of the human condition.
So feel them.
Don’t guilt yourself for showing and possessing a spectrum of emotion.
Reminder to self: any time a man says this phrase, he is actually worse.
My soul is so much tougher than this soft meat sack that carries it.
￼￼souls are bigger than bodies
You don’t really like me.
You don’t really know me to really like me.
You like a fable.
You like a lie.
You like the version of me that you have built in your head.
But that isn’t me.
Your eyes, your windows
Your soul peering out & into into mine
And we see
And we are seen
And it’s all that any of us truly want.
Allow me to let kisses fall like rose petals onto where wounds once were.
Let my love glisten like sunlight in gemstones onto your scars, imperfection & humanity.
Lips tender like the wings of a butterfly brushing over your shame with grace.
“He’s no different than any other guy… He loves the chase.”
“I ain’t ever broke no law ‘cept when I broke parole.”
“I ain’t never been lucky! Not one time!”
Today is the first time that I’ve watched this movie & I’m in love!
Favorite Compliments of the week-
“Is your hair just like that? OMG! Your natural curly hair is majestic.” -Lindsey on Saturday while sneaking vodka into our Jarritos at Dos Vatos Tacos
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a really sexy phone voice?” -Lee David, random customer on the phone this morning after I helped him with his insurance question
“You didn’t buy all this!? You made ALL of this art?! It looks so professional; I mean, I guess you are a professional, but, Wow! This is really impressive.” -Heath, drinking a white claw on my couch the first night I met him
Random dude on Snapchat: “Can I get one of your *pics*?😜”
Me: “… those come at a cost & I tend to want a piece of you soul in return… internet porn is so much cheaper 😉”
I could find ointment to heal her body, but her body wasn’t hurting; it was her soul that suffered, and there I could not reach.