Writer’s block. (6/17)
I wanna write but it wont come out.
Its stuck inside my little heart, fluttering and runnin amuck screaming incoherent sentences that even i am unable to comprehend yet.
Producing feelings of anxious waiting as i tap my fingers to the beat of depressing ass music to get the artistic flow going..
Causing a distraction as i sing merrily to the woe is me tunes..
Too wound up to stop fidgeting..
Too confused to put it in clear and precise thoughts.
Only those feelings runnin amiss know what my mouth wishes it could say..
Only what i hold in could explain my constant personality changes when it comes to you.
If only the pen on this paper could explain it thoroughly… then i wouldnt have to say it aloud…
Wouldn’t have to translate all this mumbo jumbo going on inside.
When its clear enough for me… will i accept what it means?
When i can speak it from my lips, will it be enough for you to hold and care for?
Will it be treasured and met with equal emotion or locked away in a corner of doubt and uncertainty?
I wish i could write every crevice and corner and vein in my heart so you could know it all.
Make it simple so your heart can understand and not be afraid to communicate in this foreign language too.
But no matter how hard i try…
And no matter how much i might whisper it against your ear at night..
The words will never come forth in your conscious being.
I wonder why this is.
I just wish I’d understand why the butterflies rallied against me when i made it a #1 rule to not feel this way.
They refuse to understand why i would hold myself back, why i would keep my distance.
If only you understood..then maybe it wont need to be explained.
If only those feelings i once believed lived inside you resurfaced, then I wouldn’t be shy with my butterflies anymore and will willingly let them free to encircle you witu all the emotion my little heart can create for you.
- 22 hours ago
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BITCH YOU BETTER WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERK
This little betch just came through and slayed…..like..
WHY SHE GO THE FUCK AWF THOUGH
Me in the 2nd grade.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssss. My soul says yaaaaas!
…….=O….my face the entire time….I should not want to party with an 8 year old.
The biggest YASSS
She went tf offffffff….
(Source: horrorandglamour)
- 22 hours ago
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