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Sometimes, we complicate things for ourselves—even if it’s the right thing to do. It’s like going for a hike; we decide what paths to take to bring us back over the mountain. Sometimes, we choose the paths with more obstacles and steeper slopes just because it looks like an easier or shorter way down, rather than taking the longer path with little to no obstacles just because the rise over the hill looks intimidating; we allow our judgement to be swayed to doing what is easier—we disregard the consequences and the dangers because we think that it would take less effort and save time, because we forget what the rise over the hill feels like, once we reach the top—we feel relieved with a sense of empowerment; we are no longer blinded by obstacles or afraid of the slope because, now, we can see with clarity.

Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power. If you realize that you have enough, you are truly rich.
Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching (via kushandwizdom)

🙏

I love my little brother.

I love my little brother.

I want to inspire.

I want to inspire.

Sometimes,I miss it.

The comforts.
The lights that are always on,
waiting for you to come inside.
The warm air that greets you
as you walk through the door.
The warm faces.
The scent of a hand-
cooked meal.
My mother’s voice.
My brothers’ laugh
My friends always knocking
on my door.
My dog.
My bed.
My home—
sometimes, I miss it.

—MJM
"The Talk"

I couldn’t move; I felt trapped
like a fly in a web,
and you were the Black Widow.
You devoured me,
even though I had loved you
and you had loved me back;
but you took your time
like an hourglass,
waiting to empty it’s last
grain of sand,
before you could tell me that
you didn’t mean it.
You said, “I don’t know what it is,
but I just don’t feel the same…”
I sank,
deep, into the couch beside you;
frantically trying to catch my breath,
but the air felt heavy,
my heart started racing
and the butterflies in my stomach felt
like they were going to hurl out of my mouth.
I was dazing in and out—unsure
of what was real; it all began to feel
like some kind of harrowing dream
only I wasn’t asleep.
You had left me, there, with
half a heart—barely beating—and
I felt the door shut.
You had left as quickly
as I had let you in.

—MJM

NAT WAS HERE MICHELLE U R VERY COOL GLAD WE MEET & LIKE CLICKED THNX FOR MY SHUTTLE TICKET #lulzzzz

Wombmate/best friend/sister/family. <33

Wombmate/best friend/sister/family. <33