If I Could Count My Laughters,

I’ve become at odds with how mechanical life and it’s expectations may be. There is beauty in the tiny little things that make us human. I hate how prone to irritation we are. Why do we come from such a climate of high temperament. Life is not robotic. People are not machines. Mistakes are made. And really, that’s beautiful. Why would you want a fellow human being to be anything but a human being? We value each other’s emotions and one another’s nuances. We value realness. So why is that so easily compromised in the face of an honest error that an emotional being is capable of. I absolutely hate that we polarize one another and use terms to define eachother. Why do we need to lock others within the confines of a frame to better understand them. That’s one of the most shallow sentiments I could think of. Not a single person deserves to be defined by a moment of neglect. Because we’d hate for that to be done to us. We need to be more human and appreciate what makes others human or else we’re just automated and lifeless.

If I were to express what’s inside me, it would basically be one long, shrill scream.

Mila Ferrera, Everything Between Us (via bookquotesbook)

Sometimes I wonder why you couldn’t love me the way I loved you. Sometimes I wonder why I wasn’t enough and why you couldn’t just be satisfied with me alone. Sometimes I wonder why you even bothered to approach me if you weren’t really in it. Sometimes I wonder why I had to fall in love even when your attention was not fully mine. Sometimes I blame myself, other times, I blame you.

-sillyjenny

“Love is a rose
Every petal an illusion
Every thorn a reality”

Ria: make your funny face! *makes a funny face* Me: hey, why didn’t you make a funny face? Ria: I’m cute, I can’t look funny. You’re ugly, you always look funny.

Lmfao insults by a 6 year old are the best because you know they have no filter.

Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. 
Heard one person starve. 
I heard many people laughing. 
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.

i want a soft love that feels like when ur standing in the sunlight and u don’t want to leave and that gives u the sensation of lazily melting into what’s around u as u take it all in

Watch: Poet Kevin Yang offers 8 strong and beautiful answers to “go back to where you came from.”

She changed, but not overnight like in the books. Over years. Slowly and painfully. Sometimes brutally. But she did.

Hira (via hedonistpoet)