What would you expect?

My emotions and lack of emotions. my life. my freedom.
Time, moving so slowly, sucking life away one person at a time.  If life could pause. Rewind. Record. So that each memory can be as clear as the day it occured. That would be a life I would enjoy living.

Its always the best people who are taken from us. And everyone is somebody’s best person.

Don’t think for one second that your life is not worth living. Tell yourself that ‘Everything happens for a reason’ and move on from the bad things that happen.

Because everyone should aim for those happy days. When the bad things that happened are just distant memories.

Surround yourself with people who mean more to you than life itself and realise that you mean the same to them.

Life is everything. Living is durable. Endurance is peace. Peace is in your mind.

Time, moving so slowly, sucking life away one person at a time. If life could pause. Rewind. Record. So that each memory can be as clear as the day it occured. That would be a life I would enjoy living.

Its always the best people who are taken from us. And everyone is somebody’s best person.

Don’t think for one second that your life is not worth living. Tell yourself that ‘Everything happens for a reason’ and move on from the bad things that happen.

Because everyone should aim for those happy days. When the bad things that happened are just distant memories.

Surround yourself with people who mean more to you than life itself and realise that you mean the same to them.

Life is everything. Living is durable. Endurance is peace. Peace is in your mind.

nisanichristina:

not having the best day at all. & ive never felt more alone than i do right now.

It’s not who we were
and it’s not who we will be,
it’s who we are now.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

(via tylerknott)

Take Out Your Wings And Fly

It’s crazy how your world can fall from the heighest heights to the deepest pits.

But through this journey, even though it is downhill and feels everlasting, we can still learn. Who our true friends are. Where our heart lays. Our darkest nightmares. Our limits.

Everybody has their limits and, alike other human beings, I have mine. Tested by those closest to me, I often flail and retort in the worst ways bringing out the most horrible of demons. I fight. Like an attack dog with a bone. I lose control of my ability to speak and hit the closest thing to me. Mostly myself.

Today, my words flourished, like a flower in spring. I knew my place and I guarded patiently, my point. With dignity, not anger. My buttons were being pressed, but no explosion occured.

I have finally learnt, after falling so often and so rapidly without control, how to turn off the gravity which seems to be so against me and fly.

So to you all. Take out your wings and fly. Because life is too short to make the same mistakes over and over again. And however long it takes, you will be able to take control. There is always a way.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #305 by Tyler Knott Gregson

So beautiful. I hope one day I can say this.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #305 by Tyler Knott Gregson

So beautiful. I hope one day I can say this.

Looking in the mirror

Looking in the mirror

Feel by Emma Curtis

The thought of feeling.

Feeling emotion so true to myself.

Myself, such an unburdened wasteland.

Wasteland full of what we don’t want or need.

Need to feel.

Feel what is within.

Within my soul so empty.

Empty with love I wish to be feeling.

Feeling so hard to achieve.

The world is obsessed with beauty on the outside! We should all take a second and look a little closer.

The world is obsessed with beauty on the outside! We should all take a second and look a little closer.

Wisdom.

I sit beside a stream.

The stream to death.

I sit alone with only my thoughts as company.

No love or hate to consume my time.

What is life with no goal.

No goal or ambition to exude my heart with destiny.

Looking out I see drift wood.

This drift wood is me.

No care, no worries, no excitement.

No feeling.

Drifting to the end which is nigh.

Rocks may break up this wood which is me.

Into pieces.

Pieces which will inevitably come together again at the end.

Wisdom.