The Marshmallow in my Lucky Charms Cereal

"I know that I haven’t lived long enough to understand why this is the way it is, but truth be told I don’t think age can answer that. Age and time won’t answer your questions, at least that’s what I learned-with age. I found out that age and time has no words. That it slugs on by, depending upon how you live. Have you greeted the world in different languages? Or have you known one language and one color, and have you read one book or have you sang one song? Is life one song to sing, does life know color? Is life a language? Inaudible, I must be deaf. I can’t hear the colors life speaks, I can’t listen to the woven words in life’s song, I can’t read the sign language that life throws at me. Do- And Do NOT do. Am I missing all the main points? Am I a race-car without the head lights? I just wanted to be able to hear life whisper into my ear. Sometimes it creeps up behind me, taps me on the shoulder, like something a child would do… Only, the child would pretend to not notice, and still stay by your side. Life disappears, and peers behind the corner. When I run to catch up to it, it’s gone. Like the smoke from a lit cigarette. Life is the tingle you get from resting your leg for too long… It hurts, but you can’t put it to words… Is this normal? Why is this happening? Is it because of me? And then you move your foot to examine it- and it’s gone. Life is a marshmallow in your bowl of lucky charms cereal. It’s all you wanted, really. I mean who the hell gets lucky charms for the granola pieces? Sometimes, without noticing, there will be a marshmallow right underneath your spoon… and you get to taste that delicious extra bit of sugar. It’s absolutely delightful! And then that is you. You’re that hidden marshmallow underneath my spoon. Then you’re gone. I have to eat you. I have to devour you with as much joy as possible. At least I can enjoy you once in my life. At least now, once,  than never. And so there is life. And there is you. I guess you can say that they’re somewhat the same. Both inaudible, both unpredictable, and both lost."

"   ‎’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no.   "
And “bitch” is attacking women for their right to call you on it (via elovers)

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"   How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?   "
Fiona Apple- Left Alone (via the-hippieblogs)

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If we’re dating and you let me read one of my favorite books out loud to you while I lay my head in your lap and you stroke my hair then that’s as good as a marriage license to me.

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"   What I’ve Learned:
1. A girl can lose feelings for you over night.
2. A kiss can be just that, a kiss. Completely meaningless.
3. Love can be one sided but I still wonder if that is love at all
4. Never beg for someone to stay or to love you. You shouldn’t have to beg for someone to be a part of your life or to love you. You deserve better than that.
5. Stop breaking your ribs to make space for those who do not belong there.
6. Learning to breathe again is harder than the doctors said it would be.
7. I don’t know what hurts more at night; being alone or being in love.
8. Laying with someone in bed at night is temporary. It won’t get rid of the lonely. You will still wake up and leave in the morning with a heavy heart and no hand to hold.
9. Sometimes the sky rains gasoline instead of water and you have to be strong enough and ignore the urge to set yourself on fire.
10. I will be okay someday. Bad things happen for no reason sometimes and things end but that shouldn’t mean you should come to an end too. The ocean will always have waves; I just have to learn to swim through them for a bit longer.
11. The stretch marks I left on my mother from birth will not be another suicide letter I never finished.   "
Oliver Nolau (via oliverwr)

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