Purpose
Purpose
There’s a certain life I envision for myself
Often times I lose sight of it
I forget it
I come back to reality, neglecting my beloved dreamer self, the Pisces moon in me
I am a dreamer
An enthusiastic one
Often times I get lost in my own enthusiasm
In my passions and aspirations
In my love for self
A love for self that has taken years of mastery and of which is a constant work in progress
I want to live a life of serving my higher self and the universe itself
This excites me like nothing else ever has
This is not to say I don’t fear it’s unraveling and the mere thought of it not becoming a reality
This fear stems from limiting beliefs
But God, do I promise myself to not make the mistakes I witness others making
Neglecting thyselves to live their own lives through the image of others
God forbid !
I choose me. And I vow to always choose me.
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“you’ve relied on time to heal your wounds, but time alone isn’t enough. i hope you learn to hold yourself accountable by practicing what is right for you even if it feels uncomfortable or unfamiliar. i hope you adopt a habit of consistency when it comes to how you treat yourself.”
— iambrillyant
“I want to fall in love with every single piece of you, the soft ones ,but also the hard ones. I want to know the real you : your pretty side,but also the dark side. I want to be by your side when you lose control, when you’re sad,when you’re happy, when you’re a dreamer. Every part of you belongs to me , I want to know it and I want to love it . For short I want to love you.”
— @maraa14
“‘a hymn to the love that dares not speak its name.’ not for all eyes but just for those women who have walked soft in the dark dark light. i give you my praise - a song of many textures and moods.” from the cover of pointblank times: a lesbian/feminist publication, vol. 2 no. 5, june 1976
she’s toxic yet tasty is the best way i could describe her
lord knows what drives me to be in love with her
her toxicity sinks beneath her ethereal soul, so ethereal my eyes spin and my body loses its balance and tranquility
she’s a devil disguised as a guardian angel
they say love is blind, and it truly is, what my eyes show me is far beyond the truth
maybe i’m in love with the idea of her and all that she is
to my disappointment, that is beyond insufficient
as toxic as she is, i went to spend my days swimming is her river of poison, kissing her poisonous lips till my whole body is infiltrated by the poison in hope that before it reaches my heart she herself will heal me for she is my poison yet my remedy too
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Now you too can communicate with your friends in secret lesbian code!
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“Forest dreams, are they not the most wonderful, lover mine, lover sweet.”
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“Abandonment does not hurt me. It is the beauty of memories that ache my heart.”
_ S. K. S
