Cowboy or Indian?

I am not exactly sure what I am working towards, but I feel it is significant.

I rarely drink.
I am the responsible one
out of all of my friends, I don’t smoke,
I seldom
give in. I avoid temptation.
Thirsty for experience.

I had a boyfriend, once, brown hair, blue
eyes, who bought me dinner, and spent
the night and
had a toothbrush awkwardly leaning
against mine, who may have
actually cared about me
but showed it by leaving
in the middle
of the night.

I never think about my father,
stopped allowing him to water
the weeds he planted in my brain, now we are
separated by five years like time
is a brick wall and somehow
I am safe.

I have repressed every single one
of my childhood memories, and I believe
if my life ever flashes before my eyes
before I die, I
wouldn’t even
recognize it.

The intervention is a blur, I can hardly
make out who surrounded me,
I forgot which concerned expression
belonged to which person
and who it was that said
they just want
the best
for me.

There must be someone
in the infinite cosmos
who wants the best for me.
I love myself.
I am not lonely.

Lies I’ve Told My Therapist in Reverse Chronological Order, by Lindsey Bartlett (via lindseytoomuch)

(via child-of-the-universe)


F*ck Normal. Be yourself

☮  ❤ ॐ

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Kelly Durette


Kelly Durette

The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little to me.
— John Zabat-Zinn  (via toxides)

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Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
— Karen Marie Moning  (via exhaledemons)

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