Brooke Candy Ft. Lakewet
“Pussy Make The Rules”
actually love this
I had to privately mourn the loss.
I had been cut down…to my lowest point.
No one could relate to the affair I was having with such ideas.
It was such a fixation.
I had truly felt what it means to be ‘Heart Broken’
I was so lonely in my loss.
Everything that was given to me, had suddenly been taken away.
I lost all will, all inspiration.
I had lost everything.
And I couldn’t tell anyone….
I didn’t know how frail I was,
and how Ferocious I would become.
I had no intentions of going on the journey I had embarked on.
I never meant to point guns at my head, and lie.
I never meant to manipulate a life for myself.
No one can understand the value of the connection.
The attempt to fill my emptiness with the piece I knew would fulfill my spirit,
That piece was meant for precisely that purpose.
It was always important to ask the question:
How empty will I stay if I throw it away?
Would it make a difference if I salvaged this broken, wounded thing?
Do I want to get lost in such a desert?
How thirsty will I get till give up…
or give in?
Are we really so different that we must be horrified of one of them uncovered, and completely okay with the other?
it’s a story we agree to tell one another over, and over and over till we forget that it’s a lie..
‘what do we have left when we abandon the lie? chaos? a gaping pit that will swallow us all?’
Chaos isn’t a pit, chaos is a ladder.
many who try to climb it fail, and never get to try it again, the fall breaks them.
and some, are given a chance to climb and they refuse. they cling to the relm, or the gods, or love. illusions. only the ladder is real, the climb is all there is.
if artistic people are forced to take years of math and science then why don’t sciencey people have to take art and music classes
best thing i’ve seen on tumblr
so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and
your youth has as much of a mortality as your life does
your body is only wrinkle free once, it’s only got that youthful glow once, its only tight for a certain amount of time. take advantage of that. because when you’re older and looking back on your vain photos of yourself you can say ‘i had it, i flaunted it, and i still got it’ and that confidence and grace will still be in your wrinkled skin.
my biggest fear in life is i will regret missing an opportunity and that i will not relish the time i had when i had the time. I have spent so much time feeling self conscious of my body, and hating things about it i knew i couldn’t change. I was self conscious about my non flat stomach, the stretch marks on my thighs, and my arm flabs….but, i have great legs, and i use my curves to my advantage in my day to day looks, and arm flabs are all in my head…i need to relish this chance i get to be positively beautiful and young and utilize my aesthetic beauty wile i have the chance. Anyone who tries to make me feel slutty for that, or bad about that, is not taking advantage of something they only have once.
Tools used in 1940’s lobotomies.