I really do feel the voice of one can strike up change in many. I have always respected and admired those who take a stand against social norms and fight for a change. Whether is be whisper blowers or full fledged activists who protest. I have always wanted to be one of those people who pioneered a monuments stand for something or someone. Nowadays I feel everything has a cause and every whistle is being blown. So what’s next? What can I do? What can you do? Well I believe its time now for a social revolution. Where every person becomes socially aware of the corruption, inequalities, injustices and scapegoating. My actions directly affect you and your actions affect me. It’s time for us to become educated and aware. Share the knowledge.
I thought I knew what love was and then you came along and fucked it all up. You still make my knees weak when I look at you. My tummy gets butterflies when you kiss me. You make my dopamine production go into overload when you are near me. But those are just physical symptoms of my love. Emotionally I know I love you because I only want you to be happy regardless of how it affects me. Of course I’d rather have you happy with me than without me but your happiness means more to me than my own. My soul feels so calm around your soul. I long for you but at the same time need my personal space and when you let me have it I come back loving you more every time. I want you to have your own life; I don’t need to be by your side at every moment because you share your life with me. You may not understand me completely because I am a very complex woman to love but you sure fucking try. I respect you and trust you with every ounce of my heart. I have never felt I had a person. But you are my person. I feelings I have are so strong nothing I can say or do will express my love for you. I know what love is because of you. I feel selfless, free, alive, content, happy and complete with you by my side. You make me want to be a better woman than the one I was the day before.
I crave love but I am a wanderer; my heart never
Author: Alex Myles
I know that I am a lot for some. I’m a restless force of unusual love and my beating heart rips through my veins.
I am also aware that my heart causes havoc; it shoots rainbow colored threads that tangle and knot in mischievously messy ways.
I’m not easy to love, apparently.
I remember it well, you said, it was because I feel “much too much.”
And sometimes, I guess, people can’t cope with “feeling” people. They don’t understand those who love skin, bone, and soul deep.
I get it, sort of.
But, please don’t tell others they are much “too much” and please, please don’t say it in a way that will make them feel as though they are wrong for owning a heart that bleeds.
I can take your harsh condemnations. I have gotten somewhat used to it.
However, once there was a time when comments like yours made me wrap up my too muchness so that I could hide it far from the rest of the world. I became afraid to tell people who mattered how I felt. I scared them by unleashing love.
But now I understand, some people want smaller, gentler, whispers of love. Not everyone loves like I do.
So, although your bite didn’t sting too much, there are others out there who will take your words and they will believe them to be true. They will desensitize themselves and shrink-wrap their comet-like heart to try to please you and believe me they will suffocate in their denial of love.
It isn’t wrong to expose raw vulnerabilities.
It’s not shameful to love hearts without limit and to accept and embrace them in an instant.
It doesn’t make a person weak or damaged or crazy, it’s courageous and brave to love this way.
It isn’t desperate when someone shows their cards and plays it straight instead of trying to gain advantage with tricks and mind games.
Nor does it mean they are a loose cannon frantically bolstering towards an altar in an attempt to commit to you for life.
Quite the opposite in fact.
This chaotic kind of love will never attempt to bind or tie.
For this type of love, that you possibly have never known, is as graceful as a river, although, it is free so it can also be fierce and fearless too.
At times there are harmless but breathtaking wild storms raging within it. The tornadoes and rain will flood riverbanks and cause the water to taste unknown land.
Just because you don’t feel equipped to hold that much love in your hands, if it appears again, try not to just dismiss it, lose yourself in it temporarily and adventure out and explore.
Those infinitely loving people with hearts that you think are too big, you see, they belong to nothing and no one. There is no need to be afraid. They ask for nothing and will offer you everything.
My Dear “almost love,” please understand, hearts that love without reason will never contain themselves. Nor will they try. They ache too much more when they are kept all locked safe on the inside. They will eventually crack and crumble and their love will eventually somehow spill out.
So, whatever you do, please don’t lock up hearts just because you don’t love to love in a “too much” kind of way. Throw away your heart-locking key.
If you don’t want an extraordinary, breathless, unforgettable love, then that’s okay; you can look, walk or run far away. Instead find someone who already layers their ribcage with indestructible bulletproof shields.
Maybe you will say they are not enough, or they might love the right amount, or you may even tell them they are still too much.
Or maybe, if it isn’t love, they will be “too much” something else.
You found my love undesirable and for a million or more reasons, I found you desirable. However, I desire to love this way so much more than the desires I had for you.
I have spent way too much of my lifetime tragically covering and masking my “too much” heart so that other people didn’t notice or feel the strength of my love.
Not any more.
I’m not sorry that I loved your petrified heart far “too much.”
I have not one regret.
I love everyone I meet that way. I just don’t know how else I’m supposed to love.
My heart spoke a language that you just couldn’t, and wouldn’t try, to understand.
Although, occasionally, in the midst of a star lit night, I wonder…
When you said you couldn’t love me…
Was it really that you thought that I felt “too much”?
Or was it simply because you didn’t feel enough?
Either way, whenever my heart is full to the brim with all this love, I smile to myself and think: “What a beautiful existence and what a way to be remembered, as the girl who was cast aside and unloved by you, when all she offered you was “too much” love.
We didn’t quite, but very nearly loved, each other.
Here’s to the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts – Morgan Hunt
We don’t feel apprehensive without makeup We let our skin breathe In fact, we would rather be naked
We know our scars and stretch marks define us
And if you throw us a cat call from your car window
Our first instinct is to give you the middle finger
We don’t bleach our hair Or use machines to tan our skin We rely on the sun to work its magic on our bodies
We have hobbies
We believe everything we do is an art form
We sing, paint, read and write We let our fingers callus from our instruments, and then we admire the texture
We embrace our inner ruggedness, and make it appear feminine We don’t hide indoors from the earthly elements We embrace them
Letting fire warm our bodies down to our souls We let the wind dry our hair after soaking in the rain We jump in puddles We sit by campfires until the smoke burns our eyes And we enjoy the smell of our smoke stained clothes
We enjoy smoke. Some of us find it symbolic
We lay under the stars not just to admire the beauty of them But also to recognize that we are made of them.
We drink whiskey from wine glasses and wine from the bottle We tell dirty jokes But we are not prejudiced
Our hearts are not made of gold But of steel and soil because we are strong and grounded
We wear our hearts on our sleeves We use metaphors to describe our feelings And we are damn proud that we feel with such enthusiasm
We are intuitive, borderline psychics Our libidos and emotions are connected And when we fall in love, the earth shakes
We don’t allow others to protect us But when we do, it’s an extraordinary bond A union with its own definition If we find one toxic, we cut them out without question
We are empowered by women alike.
She was an old soul trying to find her place in this new world. Always looking for where she belonged never realizing she was never meant to belong. She was meant to make a mark, she was meant to make people feel something. She was change. K M Cooper
words can not express my condolences. i wish i could take your pain away. losing someone is always hard but losing a parent is something different. you lost your mentor, protector, security, confidant, friend and unconditional love. your father raised three boys on his own and both you and your brother turned out to be amazing men. may he rest in peace and be reunited with your brother. i know the loss of your brother weighted heavy on your fathers heart and now they can be together again. your father was a great man, i respected him and enjoyed our conversations in the living room over hookah discussing life, love and politics. until you see him again in that next place. all my love.
What kind of mark do you want to make on the world to show you were here? Have you ever really stopped and thought about the answer to that question? If not I highly suggest doing so it just may change the way you view your life, your job and may answer questions you never before had the answers to.
At first I had a hard time with the answer to this question. I really had to stop and think about my life and everything involved. The light then clicked on, I knew I didn’t want to leave a material mark but more of an emotiona type of impression.
I started this blog to share my thoughts on life and how to improve it, how to be positive about it and how to be happy through it all. That is the mark I want to leave, my words. I want to bring some kind of happiness and ease to people. Whether is be a friend who remembers me for a lifetime and a quote of mine spread to others