Song lyrics are an intricate and wonderful thing. It is an act before it is ever a sentence. It is a thought before becoming a feeling. A memory long after the pine. And perhaps some listen with their ears and some listen with their hands but a promise always vibrate from the heart. And I find quite often sound contradicts the lyric, the lyric contradicts the message as we contradict the meaning. It is mad like that. It is whole like that
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Just a daily reminder
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You can be the best dressed, best looking, best personality and still not be the right combination for what that person needs. I know it hurts and it's even maddening but you have to accept when someone doesn't want you the way you want them. It's okay because someone else will want you and provide you with the love you deserve.
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Everything seemed calm around me. Until, I realised that there was a cyclone ready to explode every bit inside of me.
I failed to understand what is it that is making me feel like this despite having him sitting right beside me. "Why do you look so worried?" he asked me looking straight into my eyes.
I looked at him and thought to myself, "how unfortunate am I to not be able to hold you and tell you that I am worried because you're not there with me anymore. How unfortunate am I to not be able to kiss you and tell you how much I miss you. How unfortunate am I to not be able to smile because I know you're about to leave, and I can not do anything about it". I smirked and told him, "nothing." Nothing. That's exactly what I feel. I feel nothingness without you. Hollow is my heart, heavy is my chest.
But I think he realised what I was missing and that being "just friends" was not my cup of tea. He then said, "You will heal. Your heart will heal and all your wounds, will heal. Just breathe." And I lit a ciggarette, and told to him, "Who wants to heal when the wound is so beautiful?" -Kansal
Which revolutions turned out on the right side of history? Revolutions like Jacquerie, Kett’s Rebellion, the Trung Sisters, the Arab Spring. Even the counterculture sexual revolution of the 1960’s. So, what did all of these have in common?
Where has our taste for critical thought gone? Why have we soured on speaking to each other as opposed to speaking AT each other? And where the hell are all those awesome robots we’ve been promised for decades now?
THE PHILOSOPHY: The Hanged Man is a movement more than a figure, and certainly more than a “man.” The Hanged Man is all of us if we choose to be. Every gender. Every race, religion, creed. No exclusions. The Hanged Man is a truth seeker, forever in search of certitude from a better vantage point. Upside down. Why? Because that’s where truth is found in its opposite form. AKA contradiction. Truth by way of contradiction. In the face of the rapidly advancing 21st Century, this is humanity’s best way forward. Climate, politics, economics, tribalism, jingoism, terrorism, nationalism, technology...all of them distractions from truth. Hang yourself upside down, embrace your contradictions, and find out who you really are and what matters most. PROSPER TODAY, PERPETUATE TOMORROW. The Hanged Man lights the way.
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De verdad que necesito un abrazo, de esos que reconstruyen, de los que pocas veces se dan, uno que consiga que toda esta pena se derrame como lágrimas y que no consiga acordarme del desconsuelo sentido con cada latido del corazón.
De verdad que necesito un abrazo, pero qué putada que no cualquiera me lo puede dar. #licor43ynata
The worst type of crying is the silent one. The one when everyone around me is asleep. The one I feel in my throat, and my eyes become blurry from tears. The one when I just wanna scream at the top of my voice. The one where I have to hold my breathe and grab my stomach to keep quite. The one where I realise the person mean to me the most, is gone... Silence does not always means ' YES'. Sometimes it means I am tired of explaining to people, who does not even care to listen or unterstand. It is my loudest cry... You can easily make out that I'm really hurt, if I start ignoring you. If I'm silent, maybe I'm... 1. Overthinking
2. Tired of waiting
3. Need a hug
4. Falling apart
5. Crying inside
6. About to blow up
or sometimes it's all of the above... I'm not sure.
My silence speaks when my words are helpless. But, do I have to be this way for life... I'm not sure. Is it like, that my thoughts and dreams will never be able to overcome this silence... I'm not sure. Or is it like, I want myself to remain this way forever... I'm not sure. Maybe I don't want this silence to leave me and go away... I'm not sure.
But why is it so??
Maybe because... it's my only and best friend left with me today. I believe. It will never ever gonna betray me. I believe.
thiiiiiis... tugged at my heart-strings 🥰 i love women. i always will rep for black women. 🧡 what a gift we are. we share the same stories, therefore WE are each other’s backbone. we need to keep each other in check + support each other. any woman that envies the other, i’ve been there before + that’s why i pray for you. you have yet to experience the beauty of sisterhood. i’m so grateful for IG bc i’ve been given the opportunity to connect. i’m manifesting a strong sister circle in 2019. a support system, a safe space. coming soon.