Holding your hand is the best feeling because
I don’t have to look in your direction but
the firm grip of your hand reminds me
that you are in fact there with me.
And sometimes when I lay at night
and I close my eyes
I hold my own hand
pretending it’s yours,
but it never ever
feels right.
Sometimes I wish I could scream so loud that my voice would envelop me into darkness.
My current state is split with harmony and confusion. The friction causes ruptures and grinding of teeth and foaming like on the tips of waves as they crash into cliffs. Waves of cold, then heat, and I don’t know whether I should pull the blankets over my head or let my body sweat out all my worries.
Yes, I worry. But with good intentions. But good intentions won’t steady my heart beat and relax the tension in my shoulders and head and hands and back and calves and neck.
I just need to breathe, but sometimes I feel like I’m submerged and somehow the air feels like molasses, and with each breath, I feel like I’m sinking deeper and deeper into a bitter and unsettling haze that no cup of tea can wash away.
my final for my maya class.
will probably never use this program again.
#friends #youjustgotartschooled
Xena, the homegirl.
(Source: makeshiftwing)
sick.
(Source: zombiehunterdon)
“ It’s scary how people leave scars on you; how certain people will never really vanish from the thoughts in your mind. I mean, I don’t think I will ever get over you. It’s not that I’m sad about us; but, sometimes in the middle of the day, out of nowhere, I hear your sentence quoted. I hear one of your phrases, loud in my mind, and I feel the way it goes all the way down to my heart again, destroying me like a tsunami. It overcomes you slowly. It’s like I get thrown back into the sea, and waves of my thoughts are crashing over me. I don’t know how I am supposed to get over a person, and you don’t have to. You can still cry after months about it. Even when you’re married and endlessly happy with that person, you should be able to cry about your first love. Not because you’re still in love with them, even if a little part still is, but because you will always love what you once loved. You learn to understand it. With every new moment and experience in your life, you start to understand, piece by piece, what was happening back then. ”
The Journal: Shenay Carey x Charlie Brophy x New Balance
Kinoak dress, New Balance shoes, Sheriff & Cherry sunglasses, Prada bag
