Emotions - Blog Posts
A friend who hasn’t talked to me for years despite my attempts to reach out just contacted me again and apologized, so of course I instantly forgave him and acted like I wasn’t hurt by it at all.
Damian will never admit this but when ever Bruce gets injured he sneaks into his room and cuddles him. Bruce knows oviosly but he knows that Damian needs to be reashured that Bruce is ok so he never mentions it. Like how he never mentions if any of his other kids join or if Dick and Jason hang around the manor more. He does not agnoleage that Cass follows him around. Or Steph needing to "find something" she convenianty forgot in the room Bruce's in and that ever time she asks if he needs something or if he feels pain anywhere. Or when Duke goes to "study" in the room Bruce's in because it "has good lighting' or "is his faveriote spot to study in."
Because if there is one thing that they got from Bruce it is their emotional constipation when it comes to talking about their feeling and worries.
ive imagined this very moment so many times
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have
lost
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imagined how it would feel if you felt the same emotions back. how it would feel if this ever actually became something more than just friends. how it would feel if admitted it to eachother.
and now that we’ve done all that.
im confused and all my emotions are mixed and i don’t know what to feel and what not to feel.
because you see, i like you. i like you a lot more than i realized. a lot more than ill ever care to admit. because admitting it means accepting the hurt that has found its way into my heart.
because this, whatever this is, could hurt a lot of people.
and im scared that if i allow myself to fall for you and if you don’t fall for me, then you’ll have the power to wake up one day and just end this. and i don’t want to give anyone the power to be able to make a decision for me. and i don’t think you’ll be able to deal with me every single day, knowing we like eachother, and then not call me your girlfriend. i think a stage will come when you’ll get fed up with the small smiles in the hallways and the conversation only we know about and being something in the midst of official and nothing, treading the very fine line of friends and more than friends.
a part of me believes that you are actually a nice person and that you genuinely care about me but another part of me believes that this is just a game for you and you aren’t and never will be as invested in this as i am and will be.
to be honest, im just at crossroads.
i do not want to end up getting hurt. i donot want to lose my innocence and my laughter and my will to smile. i donot want to spend nights in misery not knowing if you care or if you don’t. and most of all i donot want to spend my time in agony not knowing if a certain fight will end us.
so im doing what i have to
to save myself from the aftermath of this relationship
even though i know that this decision may end up haunting me and i may end up regretting it at times, regretting the fact taht i let something so beautiful go just because i was scared.
and during those times i truly hope that i can remind myself why i did what i did and that it was for the best.
Nouvelle série à l'acrylique mêlant expérimentation de couleurs et de texture 🙂
New acrylic series combining experimentation with colors and texture 😌
Les techniques d'application varie: pinceau, règle, doigt, pochoir...
Lot of application techniques : brush, ruler, finger, stencil ...
That’s all I need man, a glass of wine and peace of mind
I wish the rain drops don’t mind the tears in them
Sometimes holding on is painful than letting go
Your brain may ache and heart may break but your soul knows how to regenerate
Isn’t it beautiful how a scary night can turn into a satisfying day!
How to Stop Procrastinating by Managing Your Emotions
Procrastination happens when we delay doing things, and it's often connected to our emotions. Feelings like being afraid to fail, feeling worried or stressed, getting bored, or lacking motivation can all contribute to procrastination. To stop procrastinating and get more things done, it's important to learn how to handle our emotions better.
Boredom:
Break the task into smaller, more engaging sub-tasks.
Find ways to make the task more interesting or challenging.
Set a timer and work on the task for a specific amount of time, followed by a short break doing something enjoyable.
Feeling Overwhelmed:
Prioritize tasks and focus on one thing at a time.
Break the task into smaller, more manageable steps.
Delegate some parts of the task if possible or seek help from others.
Use tools like to-do lists or task management apps to stay organized.
Anxiety:
Practice deep breathing or mindfulness techniques to calm yourself.
Challenge negative thoughts and replace them with more positive and realistic ones.
Start with the easier or less intimidating aspects of the task to build momentum.
Set realistic expectations and remind yourself that it's okay to make mistakes.
Self-Doubt:
Focus on past accomplishments and successes to boost your confidence.
Seek support or feedback from others to gain reassurance.
Remind yourself of your skills and capabilities to tackle the task.
Use positive affirmations to counteract negative self-talk.
Perfectionism:
Embrace the concept of "good enough" rather than seeking perfection.
Set realistic and achievable goals for each task.
Recognize that mistakes and imperfections are part of the learning process and growth.
Indecisiveness:
Break decisions into smaller steps and make one small decision at a time.
Set a time limit for making decisions to avoid overthinking.
Trust your instincts and make the best decision you can with the information available.
Apathy or Lack of Interest:
Find aspects of the task that align with your values or long-term goals.
Break the task into smaller, more manageable parts and focus on completing one at a time.
Reward yourself for completing the task to make it more appealing.
Stress or Burnout:
Practice stress-reduction techniques such as meditation, exercise, or spending time in nature.
Break tasks into smaller steps to reduce the feeling of overwhelm.
Prioritize self-care and take breaks to avoid burnout.
Feeling Uninspired or Creatively Blocked:
Engage in activities that stimulate creativity, such as brainstorming, mind mapping, or seeking inspiration from others' work.
Start with a simple and basic version of the task to get the creative juices flowing.
Collaborate with others or seek feedback to gain new perspectives.
Fear of Success:
Identify and challenge the negative beliefs or fears that may be holding you back.
Visualize the positive outcomes of completing the task successfully.
Focus on the benefits and personal growth that come with success.
Impatience:
Break long-term goals into smaller milestones to track progress.
Practice mindfulness to stay present and patient throughout the process.
Remind yourself that progress takes time and effort.
Lack of Confidence:
Celebrate your past accomplishments to boost your confidence.
Seek support and encouragement from friends, family, or mentors.
Focus on building specific skills related to the task to increase confidence.
Avoiding Discomfort:
Acknowledge that discomfort is a natural part of growth and improvement.
Break tasks into smaller steps and tackle the more challenging aspects gradually.
Remind yourself of the long-term benefits of facing discomfort.
Overestimating Future Motivation:
Practice discipline and commit to starting tasks even when motivation is low.
Set specific deadlines for tasks to create a sense of urgency.
Establish a routine that includes regular work on the task to build consistency.
Y’all ever get so excited or flustered that you feel like you’re gonna burst into flames? It’s like an internal keyboard smash.
What joy must it be to be Icarus, to plummet from the highest heavens, bronze wings melding wax into sunlight, pale arms outstretched in resemblance to a great bird of prey. To taste the wind, sweet yet fierce, smell the freedom in the flowing air, to laugh in the face of pain, in the face of one’s fragile mortality, chest cocked in defiance.
True meaning of LIFE-
Have you ever thought that whether are we really living a LIFE, like we should?
For me the answer is “NO”. Our daily lives today are bound to offices, schools, studies, jobs, computers, mobiles and so on, but it is not what it should be. We humans are able to express our feelings like we want to, but, we are not using that power are we?
In our daily rush we forget to take care of things that are far very important than things like mobiles, computers, X-Boxes and televisions.
There are things more worthy of our valuable attention like, nature, animals, birds, etc. but do you think that are we doing our part? Our life has become a play, where we HUMANS act like dummies who have forgot about feelings and relationships completely. I believe animals would surely say, “Humans please behave like you should, because we also don’t act like sometimes you do!” Faking emotions isn’t right, is it? Of course it is not, it is just like fooling yourself,wearing a mask on your face. I think we have done enough for technology an now it’s time for ourselves, family, friends and all others. Enough of playing MINECRAFT and ROBOLOX and all the other games, let’s play what we used to in an open airy ground. I think it’s time to cuddle a living being, whether it is a pet, an animal or a human. Because of technology people became close but their hearts went very far away from each other, let’s bring them back. We are just becoming enemies of our own eyes exposing them to such radiation and bright lights, let’s give them a break, a treat with a beautiful view of nature, that comes free. Why are we being so greedy!? Even a lion never attacks when it’s not hungry, then why are we so greedy for everything? I suppose our lives are going on pretty well even without a PALACE or a BMW. Humans are social animals, let’s not get caged with things that worth nothing. Let’s socialize again, not on social media but a in a real society.
The problem is that we try to seek happiness in money and promotions and we completely neglect that the best things we can get out of life, are all free. They are provided to each and everyone of us. We just too busy to notice them maybe. Remember when you last admired the starry night outside? No?
Let’s pause, just for a second, think that are we really living a LIFE? Take a deep breath look around and you’ll soon get to know that the best things never left you, they were there, all this time and you just never noticed. Neglect the things that deserve to be , not your life.
LIFE IS MEANT TO LIVED AND NOT NEGLECTED.
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It's autumn.
I'm sitting in the garden on a chair writing this. And what's the point? Probably no one will see it. But the whole landscape envelops me, overwhelms me with emotions that I have rarely felt. It's strange. I can't take my eyes off the notebook. The notebook on which the pen slides easily and on which the words appear harder than in my head. My fingers run through my hair. It's soft, silky. I washed it last night and then looked out the window, planning to sit here today and write. My lips press against each other, as if without my due.
I look around. The whole earth is covered with leaves. There are yellow leaves, brown leaves, from time to time you can also notice a red leaf from the pear tree next to me. Some green leaves have also fallen. It's weird. What secrets will they hide? Did they get tired of clinging to the branches of the trees or did they want to be with the other leaves? Hmm ... the other leaves ... I mean the orange, brown, yellow and red ones ... they're not dead. They don't look dead for me. To me they are the same bright and lively leaves. But why did they look like that now? Maybe they got tired? I imagine hanging on the branches of a tree for so long is tiring. Maybe that's why the green ones fell, they were tired. However, they do not seem to have much rest even now, due to a wind that appears from time to time and takes them elsewhere. But why only a few of them? It doesn't fly them all, just in some places. To have talked the leaves with the wind I feel right now, taking my hair in front of my eyes so I couldn't see what I am writing. This is also possible. Adding only from time to time and taking only certain leaves, it is possible. They may not have liked the place where they fell and asked the wind to move them elsewhere to at least enjoy their stay while they had time. However, the way it moves them is different from any other. It lifts them gently from below, spins them in the air like a pirouette in a dance for two, moves them gracefully as in ballet steps from left to right, then by an even more elegant twist lets them down. Sometimes it takes several leaves at once and they end up dancing with each other, some parting on landing, others staying together, tied together forever as a couple who have just declared their love at the altar.
Here I broke the thread of these thoughts. I got up from my chair and went into the house to get dressed in something thicker because I was cold. When I came back I tried to redo that thread. It wasn't hard. I looked in front of me and saw the freshly plowed land. It had a brown color combined with a little gray. It looked sad. Without its green ornament and without the flowers it wore as decorations, it looked naked. Just a seedling on which lay a few vegetables, waiting to be picked. Yet something about it was different, appealing. I still don't know what; how does it combine with the carpet of leaves? That border that was becoming less and less visible, more and more leaves settled easily? It's possible. It looked as if the sea merged with the sand or as that line we all made with the pen in the second grade, which we passed by hand and spread the ink, joining it with the rest of the white page of the notebook. I'm still not sure what, but something about this landscape somehow takes me back to my childhood, 10 years ago.
I stayed a while. I looked around. So many things I could talk about and yet my page is at the end and the pen runs out of ink, so I'm going to end here. I will stay in the same place, admiring the image given to me, but you can continue your day by reading other things, probably much better than what I wrote.
I am sorry if my english is bad. It's my second language, but anyway here is the version written in my language:
Este toamnă.
Stau în grădină pe un scaun scriind asta. Şi ce rost? Probabil nimeni nu o va vedea. Dar tot peisajul mă învăluie, mă copleşeşte cu emoţii pe care foarte rar le-am simţit. Este ciudat. Nu îmi pot lua ochii de la caiet. Caietul pe care alunecă uşor peniţa și pe care vorbele apar mai greu decât în capul meu.
Degetele îmi fug prin păr. E moale, mătăsos. L-am spălat aseară după care m-am uitat pe geam plănuind ca azi să stau aici și să scriu. Buzele mi se presează unele peste altele, parcă fără cuviința mea.
Mă uit în jur. Tot pământul este acoperit de frunze. Sunt frunze galbene, frunze maro, din când în când mai poți observa și câte o frunză roşie de la părul lângă care stau. Mai sunt căzute și niște frunze verzi. E ciudat. Ce secrete or ascunde? Oare au obosit ținându-se de crengile pomilor sau or fi dorit oare să fie alături de celelalte frunze? Hmm...celelalte frunze... Adică cele portocalii, maro, galbene și roşii...ele nu sunt moarte. Nu-mi par a fi moarte. Pentru mine ele sunt același frunze luminoase și pline de viață. Dar de ce arată așa acum? Poate au obosit? Îmi imaginez că atârnând de crengile unui copac aşa de mult timp este obositor. Poate din cauza asta au căzut și cele verzi, erau obosite. Oricum, nu prea par a avea odihnă nici acum, din cauza unui vânt care apare din când în când și le duce în altă parte. Dar de ce doar pe câteva dintre ele? Nu le zboară pe toate, doar pe unele din anumite locuri. Să fi vorbit frunzele cu vântul pe care îl simt chiar acum luându-mi și ducându-mi părul prin fața ochilor pentru a nu mai putea vedea a scrie. E posibil și acest lucru. Adiând doar din când în când și luând doar anumite frunze, se poate. Acestora poate nu le-a plâcut locul în care au căzut și l-au rugat pe vânt să le mute altundeva pentru, măcar, a se bucura de şederea lor cât timp mai au la dispoziţie. Totuși, felul în care le mută este unul diferit de oricare altul. Le ridică delicat de jos, le învârte în aer ca într-o piruetă dintr-un dans pentru doi, le mai mută grațios ca în paşi de balet de le stânga la dreapta, apoi printr-o și mai elegantă răsucire le lasă jos. Uneori ia mai multe frunze deodată și acestea ajung să danseze între ele, unele despărțindu-se la aterizare, altele rămânând împreună, legate pentru totdeauna ca un cuplu care tocmai ce și-a declarat dragostea la altar.
Aici am rupt firul acestor gânduri. M-am ridicat de pe scaun și am intrat în casă să mă îmbrac în ceva mai gros pentru că mi să făcuse frig. Când m-am întors am încercat să refac acel fir. Nu a fost greu. M-am uitat în fața mea și am văzut pământul proaspăt arat. Avea o culoare maronie combinată cu puțin gri. Părea trist. Fără podoaba lui cea verde și fără florile pe care le purta drept decorațiuni arăta gol. Doar un răsad pe care zăceau câteva legume, așteptând să fie culese. Totuși ceva în legătură cu el era diferit, atrăgător. Încă nu știu ce să fie; oare felul in care acesta se combină cu covorul de frunze? Acea graniță care se făcea tot mai puțin vizibilă din ce în ce mai multe frunze se aşezau ușor? E posibil. Arăta ca și cum marea s-ar unii cu nisipul sau ca acea linie pe care cu toții am facut-o cu stiloul în clasa a doua, peste care am trecut cu mâna și am întins cerneala, unind-o cu restul paginii albe a caietului. Încă nu sunt sigură ce, dar ceva la acest peisaj mă duce cumva înapoi în copilăria mea, acum 10 ani.
Am stat puțin. M-am uitat în jur. Atât de multe lucruri despre care aş putea vorbi și totuși pagina mea e pe terminatelea și stiloul rămâne fără cerneală, așa că am de gând să închei aici. Eu voi rămâne în același loc, admirând imaginea ce mi-e dată, dar tu, îți poți continua ziua mai departe citind alte lucruri, probabil mult mai bune decât ce am scris eu.
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Once upon a time there was a girl,
She didn't like who she was.
She didn't like the way she looked,
She didn't like the way she behaved,
She didn't like the way she thought.
She was always imperfect for her.
Once upon a time there was a girl,
Who always wanted to be someone else and would have given anything to make this happen,
Because in her skin she felt invisible, unappreciated, unloved.
This may have changed if she had accepted the love of others justly,
But she couldn't,
It was hard for her because she didn't love herself,
And the love from others seemed unfair to her to have.
Once upon a time there was a girl,
Who only had one friend.
She felt at home when she was with her,
But they haven't seen each other in months,
And remote communication was hard to maintain.
When she was alone it was a torment.
At that moment all thoughts rushed creating unreal worries but he could not escape:
"What if you did the wrong thing?"
"You're not good enough."
"The people you passed by earlier started laughing ... they were laughing at you."
"You look horrible!"
All this was like a rising water.
She felt like she was drowning.
Needing to breathe, her subconscious told her to take a deep breath, a thought she struggled with because you couldn't breathe underwater.
She felt trapped, her own prisoner, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Once upon a time there was a girl,
Who forgot how to love,
She forgot the feeling of being in love.
She forgot how to love love.
She was afraid to fall in love,
She was afraid to love.
That's why she kept the world at bay and moved away from everyone.
She felt like she was building a wall between herself and the others.
She didn't feel sad, but she wasn't happy either.
All she felt was security.
She wished she could feel those butterflies in her stomach,
But at the same time, she was terrified of the idea.
She wished she could feel the warmth of someone next to her,
But at the same time she liked the coolness in which she found himself.
She was lost in a maze of her emotions and didn't want to shoot anyone with her,
That's why she drove everyone away.
For her, love was like a new universe, and no matter how much she wanted to explore it, she was too afraid.
Once upon a time there was a girl,
Which wherever she was she did not feel at home.
She wanted to go home,
But she didn't feel at home at home either.
Wherever she was, she felt like a stranger,
A tourist in a space that does not deserve to be, surrounded by critical looks that judged her every move.
She wanted a place for her, but she couldn't find it;
She wanted to feel safe, but she didn't feel;
She wanted a house, but she didn't have one.
The only place that was closest to "home" was the place he saw only in his imagination,
Where she felt safe,
Where she was the person she always wanted to be.
But it hurt.
The feeling she had when she returned to reality hurt;
Sadness, anger, disappointment,
It all overwhelmed her and made her feel like she was drowning again,
Until she took it from the beginning again, imagining.
It was like a drug.
The most beautiful and painful drug the girl could not part with no matter how hard she tried.
And she knows that because she tried,
But she couldn't.
She was always pulled back by the awful feeling of peace, tranquility, security ... at home.
Once upon a time there was a girl,
Who needed help ...
But he didn't know who to ask.
Ok, so, I am sorry if my english is bad. It's my second language, but anyway here is the version written in my language:
A fost odată o fată,
Ei nu îi plăcea cine era.
Nu îi placea cum arăta, nu îi plăcea cum se comporta, nu îi plăcea cum gândea.
Pentru ea a fost mereu imperfectă.
A fost odată o fată,
Care mereu și-a dorit să fie altcineva și ar fi dat orice pentru ca acest lucru să se fi întâmplat,
Pentru că în pielea ei se simțea invizibilă, neapreciată, neiubită.
Acest lucru poate s-ar fi schimbat dacă ar fi acceptat iubea celorlalți din just,
Dar nu putea,
Îi era greu deoarece nu se iubea pe ea insăşi,
Iar dragostea din partea celorlalți I se părea nedrept pentru a o avea.
A fost odată o fată,
Care avea doar o prietenă.
Se simțea acasă când era cu ea,
Dar nu s-au mai văzut de luni întregi,
Iar comunicarea de la distanță era un lucru greu de menținut.
Când era singură era un chin.
În acel moment toate gândurile năvăleau creând griji ireale dar de care nu putea scăpa:
"Dacă ai făcut acel lucru greşit?"
"Nu eşti suficient de bună."
"Persoanele pe lângă care ai trecut mai devreme au început să râdă...râdeau de tine."
"Arăți oribil!"
Toate acestea erau ca o apă în continuă creșterea.
Simțea că se îneacă.
Având nevoie să respire subconştientul ei îi spunea să tragă o gură de aer, gând cu care se lupta deoarece nu poți respira sub apă.
Se simțea blocată, propria prizonieră și nu putea face nimic în legătură cu asta.
A fost odată o fată,
Care a uitat cum se iubeşte,
A uitat sentimentul de a fi indrăgostit.
A uitat cum să iubească iubirea.
Îi era frică a se indrăgosti,
Îi era frică a iubi.
De aceea ținea lumea la distanță și se indepărta de toți.
Simțea ca și cum construia un zid între ea și ceilalți.
Nu se simțea tristă dar nu era nici fericită.
Tot ce simțea era siguranță.
Ea și-ar fi dorit să simtă acei fluturi în stomac,
Dar în același timp era inspăimântată de idee.
Și-ar fi dorit să simtă căldura cuiva lângă ea,
Dar în același timp îi plăcea răcoarea în care se afla.
Era pierdută într-un labirint al emotiilor ei și nu dorea să tragă pe nimeni alături de ea,
De aceea îndeparta pe toată lumea.
Pentru ea iubirea era ca un univers nou și oricât de mult și-ar fi dorit să îl exploreze îi era mult prea teamă.
A fost odată o fată,
Care oriunde se afla nu se simțea acasă.
Dorea să meargă acasă,
Dar nici acasă nu se mai simțea acasă.
În orice loc în care se afla se simțea străină,
Un turist pe un spațiu care nu I se cuvine înconjurat de priviri critice care îi judecau fiecare mişcare.
Își dorea un loc al ei, dar nu îl putea găsi;
Dorea să se simtă în siguranță, dar nu se simțea;
Ar fi vrut o casă, dar nu o avea.
Singurul loc care era cel mai apropiat de "acasă" era locul pe care îl vedea doar în imaginația sa,
Acolo unde se simțea în siguranță,
Acolo unde era persoana care și-ar fi dorit din totdeauna să fie.
Dar durea.
Durea sentimentul pe care îl avea atunci când se întorcea la realitate;
Tristețea, furia, dezamăgirea,
Toate o copleşeau și o făceau din nou să se simtă ca și cum s-ar îneca,
Până când o lua iar de la capăt, imaginându-şi.
Era ca un drog.
Cel mai frumos și dureros drog de care fata nu se putea despărții oricât ar fi încercat.
Și ea știe asta pentru că a încercat,
Dar nu a putut.
Era mereu trasă înapoi de îngrozitorul de frumos sentiment de pace, linişte, siguranță...acasă.
A fost odată o fată,
Care avea nevoie de ajutor...
Dar nu știa cui să il ceară.
Emotion permanence.
Oh what a day to be kicked in the face that I suffer from this cos why do I feel unloved if I so much as get no response for a while from my partner. I'm going to be investigating this further, hang out with me till then.
You’re on my mind all the time, but in the rain, I feel your absence in every drop.🥹💞
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I’m sort of playing with my stile an the abilities of my program and this is how it turned out
Emotions
INFJ: I think we all have like 12 emotions and we all have different ways of using them...
INTJ: (internally) wait what?! I thought we only have 5. Damn you, Inside Out! You liked to me!
Time does not heal all wounds, time permits you with a medium to heal, and more than that you just have to allow yourself to belief the fact that this medium hasn’t been set out to pester you with constant reminders of what once was, what came your way, came your way, you saw what you saw, what detached itself from you, has detached itself from you, it’s completely understandable if it was pulled out from its roots like a patch of clothing from your chest , and it’s completely understandable if there’s a few strings left behind, their fabric implanted themselves on you, there was a bond yes that did exist, be it to whatever degree it was there, and after a while they seemed best to thread that border elsewhere, there is still a heart left behind!! All they took was a layer, maybe it’ll take a while to build it back up, SO BE IT!! Your heart is still there! Go look after it
sometimes you’re walking home and you see the brightest lily on your way, sure you weren’t expecting it but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t SUPPOSED to be there?? It came for what it did, and you let it rest, over time it grew and maybe the season had a few plans in mind and maybe the flower had to call it a day, but that wasn’t time was it? Time never robbed it off it’s will to live?? To love?? Time LET IT, it let it love and grow endlessly till it’s desirable content and it permitted the growth of innumerable other blossoms on your way right after, it is you who decides to heal and look after your sentiments because you cannot be the first person to give up on yourself, let that sink in
This is a dog running around out neighborhood. Everytime I drive near him he gives me this look... Or at leat it feels like it.
Mate, I am not writing or creating or arting any shit. Mate, I am screaming, like some have screamed while smiling, and others have screamed in circles of friends who never heard them.
She was covered in flowers, blooms of every scent and hue. Yet, she was so alone— the kind of loneliness that could kill. Imagine tombstones, not of the forgotten, but of the murdered, adorned with flowers of all sorts. People had spoiled her with flowers.
3:19 AM What’s around me is sleep. What’s within me are thoughts dancing on songs I hate to hear.
3:20 AM now And I’m done with this prose— or to put it right, I’m done with this observation.
I am this. Now, you should know that I won't push you to a wall I haven't pushed myself to first.
I'd rather get there first, then wait, if you’ve got the guts to join me there.
I am this, understand— I don’t desire to be loved unconditionally unless I first love without conditions.
This is love, baby, and all it means is for us to be a little bit more fair to each other.