For every one step I get closer to you it feels like I’m taking 5 steps back in the end.
People come and go, that’s a fact. I used to walk this life with other people when I was younger. We thought we could face anything as long as we’re together. We had dreams of growing up, making that money, and living the good life.
Just like the movies, as life played on one by one the people next to me started to disappear. Until I was the only one walking. It felt like a eternal weight crashing down on me. Why am i the only one still breathing? My mind was losing itself.
My mind couldn’t move on. My heart couldn’t figure out what was missing. My ears couldn’t stop hearing their laughter. My eyes couldn’t stop seeing their shadows.
But this movie called life is something else. When it takes away something it gives something else in return. Over time the figures that disappeared started to replace the emptiness with others one by one. Some to stay, some just visiting. As time went on I had more people around me then before.
So I learned, through something that one of my old friends left in my care.
"To walk by faith, not by sight"
Through these experiences, my tattoo is a reminder that life is painful but also joyful. That my life is not my own, and whether to end it is not a decision of mine. To value the friends around me who’ve stayed through hell and back. To drop the people that don’t deserve my friendship and care.
And to remember that, life is fragile and is easily snapped. To take care of it and to treat it with love. To take whatever life throws at you, and come out on top. To understand every choice and action has an effect.
Finally that if you walk long enough, you’ll be eventually free and out of the dark into the light.
To the people who say my tattoo is for looks, just to look cool, you may now proceed to shut the fuck up.
My tattoo is my life line, and the reason I step out of the bathroom alive.
My tattoo is the legacy left to me by the friends and family that went before me.
You don’t know jack shit about me.
But that doesn’t matter cause I will keep walking.
oh damn. it’s been awhile since i’ve written one of these.
I have a insane coffee addiction. It’s stronger then my nicotine addiction. I NEED to have two cups a day. Grande size por favor. I love coffee like I love…..you? If you understand what I’m trying to say, you better start liking coffee cause you’re going to see a whole lot of it. I’ll probably exit the highway on the way some where just because I saw a starbucks. If it’s peet’s….we can be ten minutes late to where ever we need to go. No discussion. Dead Serious.
Another thing about my coffee addiction is, I like my coffee black. Straight black, the darker the better. Baristas that ask me if they should leave room for condiments, don’t live to tell the tale. Most people don’t like black coffee….so I totally understand if you don’t. That also means, take your sugar and cream….and go put it in your mug, cup, jar, or whatever you drink coffee with. My coffee stays pure.
Love You. :)
Why do Korean people look like Squirtle?
who run the world? Squirtle.
guess i’m not korean
like this so I can go listen to it!!!
I need something to listen to whole doing hw!
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
-Clementine von Radics (via oceanghosts)
If I could hold your pain, I would take it all,
every single last drop of poison that ruins your heart,
I’d take it on myself,
but that’s not how pain works.
So all I can do is try my best to replace all the poison with medicine.
All your bad memories, if I could replace them with hope and love,
All the thoughts that drive you insane, if I could rip them away
If only the fairy tales weren’t fiction.
thoughts of memories,
reminiscent of a past,
reminders of pain,
the urge to run away,
trying to fly,
with broken wings,
that can no longer spread,
swallowed to the depths,
of painful dread.
I swear, when I’m a dad, my wife is gonna get like 0 time with my kids. My God, I can’t wait to be a father.
I think that is the cutest thing i have ever heard a guy say
I’ve only ever seen one gif from this before! I’m so glad this turned up on my dash.
Give me the child.
glad to know i’m not the only future dad who’s going to hog the kids. SO many things I want to do with them. I want to be there for all their first times. Take them to sports games, go on roadtrips, drop them off to their first day of kindergarten. ugh. Do everything my dad wanted to do for me but couldn’t.
I’m broken myself. I was broken so long ago I barely remember what exactly even happened. I built myself back up piece by piece. I did it so coldly and slowly that in the process I’ve hurt other girls by individually breaking their hearts till they felt the same pain I did. No one will understand my motives or why I was like this. After I was done I looked at myself and I had broken part that was missing. Something that was gone when I shattered. It was broken into so many pieces that I didn’t realize what it was or could even figure it out, I couldn’t recognize my own heart shattered on the floor.
I’m still broken, there’s no doubt about that. Maybe you’ll be the one that’s going to shatter me again. Tear me down to my very soul till I wonder about my existence. But i’ve came to a conclusion…..
I’m fine with that. Seeing your tears made me realize something. I probably barely know you. But I feel something inside me that’s been cold for so long. I feel it starting to beat, starting to melt, starting to live again.
I’d rather be broken down again, then see you broken.
So I’m going to let you use me, I’m going to let you tear me down. I’m going to help you fix yourself. I can live with pain, if it means you can breath and sleep easy. I’m going to help you move on from him. I know what this choice means. It could mean spending countless hours with you. Reassuring you that you deserve so much better. Helping you realize that you’re a princess after all, even if you don’t end up with me. Stupid I know. But what can I do? I’ve accepted it finally.The fact that I like you.
Maybe at the end of all this, when you’ve healed. Maybe you can lend me your hand and help me recover.
I just can’t….all this stress and shit. Its killing me slowly. I’m looking at other ways to exit out. My hands keep on reaching for shit I shouldn’t. I keep on telling myself this is the last fucking time. But I can’t help it. I need something to escape too. I just can’t stop. I see myself slowly changing. I’m hating what I’m turning into.