Category: submission

Sometimes solitude haunts your soul like an ab…

Sometimes solitude haunts your soul like an abandoned house. How you feed on this bittersweet longing , whenever you wait for a love that will never come back for you.

The reason why you love someone is because of …

The reason why you love someone is because of the little things. The softness in their voice. The kindness in their heart. The experience in their wounds. The magic that dances in their soul when you forget that you’re a reason for their fire.

My past filled with a river of sorrow. But tod…

My past filled with a river of sorrow. But today will be different.
Today is a spark of laughter. A constant reminder that there is an ocean of happiness along the way. I just need to keep swimming.

Not every heart has a story to tell. Be kind t…

Not every heart has a story to tell. Be kind to some people’s silence.

The kindest thing I ever did for myself in ter…

The kindest thing I ever did for myself in terms of love was letting it go when it no longer fought for me knowing that love shouldn’t be something I must set myself on fire for just to keep hold of it—for that’s not passion—that’s crap.

She and her thoughts are always in deep contra…

She and her thoughts are always in deep contradiction.

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“You were the miracle i softly pressed up against 

countless times. 

I needed you to find me, 

I needed you to save me.”

– Chrissy Vistiaire

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She is, always will be, worth the chaos.

She is, always will be, worth the chaos.

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It’s sort of mystical how love poems make me think of you even when they don’t say your name.

At times, I forget that my body is a beautiful…

At times, I forget that my body is a beautiful blessing.
Sometimes it feels like a trap door.
An unfortunate looking shell for my aching soul.
So when my loneliness kicks in ,my enlightenment mellows down;
I begin to blame my body for everything.
As if my vessel were responsible for all this painful solitude.
How I condemned it as the culprit.
Though I know this isn’t true.
It can be so hard to love your body;
when you’re convinced it’s the reason nobody loves you.