Tolerate this

Ladies, this is a map of our hearts.

 

 Ladies, this is a map of our hearts. Like any old map, it's safe to assume the cartographer was operating with limited tools and resources and under the influence of societal expectations. So don't be offended that Love of Dress and Display hold such a geographical prominence, or that the Country...

‘According to this map, Love is at the center of a woman’s heart, and Sentimentality and Sentiment (including Good Sense, Discrimination, Hope, Enthusiasm, and Platonic Affection) take up a sizeable portion of the entire territory. This region of Sentiment and Sentimentality is separated from the larger, treacherous areas of a woman’s heart: Selfishness and Coquetry pose dangers, especially to gentleman travelers, and these attributes suggest that all women are basically untrustworthy. The largest regions, Love of Admiration, Love of Dress, and Love of Display, all suggest that women are also essentially shallow and frivolous. Although the image claims to have been drawn by “A Lady,” it is just as likely that it proceeded from the imagination of a man.’

Do you still love me?

If this time were the last time
Could I hold you all life long? 

remember...remember....this is now...

“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”

― Sylvia Plath

♥

My emotione are valid.

You cannot compare your life to others' lives.  

We are all different.  

We live life differently, we react differently.

We are all fighting our own personal demons.

We are all walking through our own purgatory. 

We fight for our rights differently.

We mourn differently. 

We love differently.

We are different and yet we all share a common bond.

We are living, feeling, thinking beings.

We deserve respect and should respect other people's emotions. 

We are valid.

Our thoughts are valid.

Our emotions are valid.

Do not let anyone ever convince you otherwise.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

I know that you'd say: fly, fly away

 

 

It makes sense that it should hurt in this way
That my heart should break, and my hands should shake
As if to say: Sure it don't matter except in the most
Important way
As if to say:

Fly away, sweet bird of prey
Fly fly away
I won't stand in your way
Sweet bird, if you knew the words
I know that you'd say: fly, fly away

It makes sense that it should feel just this way
That you slowly fade and yet still remain
As if to say: Everything matter in such an invisible way
As if to say: It's O.K.
Fly...away

[ Spoken words at the end : ]

Goodbye, Bye, Goodbye
I'm back
Am I gonna get sued for saying that?
Call Me later
See ya, I love you, bye
I'm gone
Okay

It will be like I never existed.....

The thing they loved about me in the beginning, is the thing I am now condemned for.  

I am done.  I am broken.  I have been used.

I have opened my soul and heart up too many times. 

They have taken all they can from me, and I am left foundering in the wake of silence and heartache. 

I hope you are all happy with what you have created. 

This sensitive soul has become broken, bitter and shattered.

It will be like I never existed.