Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
Long time it’s been since I wanted to say I hate you. It’s a violent, mad-bad, insane feeling. And it’s good. The capacity to hate stems from the capacity to love. You don’t always wake up in the most pleasant way possible….more often than not, being jolted awake, startled…..like having…
Some people make you come to lifeIt’s like they make you feel so much moreAnd they do it by hurting you ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Masochism isn’t that abnormal after allEveryone picks their scabs and healing bruises when they are kidsSome people just carry that behaviour into their emotions as well ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ And…
Some people make you come to lifeIt’s like they make you feel so much moreAnd they do it by hurting you ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Masochism isn’t that abnormal after allEveryone picks their scabs and healing bruises when they are kidsSome people just carry that behaviour into their emotions as well ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ And…
There are things about relationships that I don’t understand. We have words for some of them that sound as if they’re answers but I still don’t understand.
I’m reading The Bridge across forever. Books, just like people, some you ride along with for awhile, some you fall in love with the first time you meet and every meeting thereafter is a joy. And some, exactly like people, happen to you and life is like magic from then…
This evening I saw the movie ‘Little Miss Sunshine’. It reminded me of another girl who kicked ass not so long ago.
Physical pain is a symptom that something is wrong; an alarm that something needs attention. And it keeps getting stronger and stronger till at some point of time you just pass out or at the very least turn numb. That’s because the pain-alarm is obviously failing to grab your attention…
I found out a long time agoWhat a woman can do to your soulOh, but she can’t take you anywhereYou don’t already know how to go Not my words but someone else’s.And for a change, not for me, but for someone elseWho I actually hope finds that peaceful, easy feeling…
Thursday has all the guilt of reaching end of week without having done much, with none of the joy of Friday. I’m wearing my first pair of wedge heels that look sensational and feel like hell. What I like about this area is that people stare…not lasciviously but curiously. The short…
Can you fall in love over and over again? Or it is just waking up to the same love every morning, albeit with a different face and name? Who are we really having an affair with? Other people? Or with that one frame that we hold up to the world…