11:11

I whispered

“No”

my voice

stuck,

teetering somewhere

between

Fear

&

Curiosity.

A part of me didn’t want you to hear,

the haze

of the night

clouding my judgment.

I whispered

“Stop”

Once, Twice,

then again until

it was no longer

a whisper,

until I was sure

you heard.

You froze

& for a split second,

As I felt your body

against

mine

I could also feel your mind,

running

through your options.

But you stopped.

To this day,

I think about that night

& have questions:

Did you

feel my

timidity?

Did you

hear me

whisper?

Was it

hard

for you

to stop?

//

Did I

want you?

Or did

I want

your

shame?

Was it

easy

to give

myself

to you?

When I see you,

a stranger -

the color washes

from both our faces.

We are two ghosts,

running

r u n n i n g

from our guilt.

passing through

i always revisit in times i need it the most, yet revisiting this blog always brings up a lot from my past. not necessarily bad, but.. deep. i can remember the inspiration behind every post, the periods of my life that prompted nights of endless scrolling and reblogging.

most days i don’t even think about this blog anymore and yet when i look through the posts and messages, it almost feels like a more genuine version of my current self.

so thankful that i found solace in this blog through what felt like the darkest moments of my life. and still today, even as a part of my past, i’m thankful it can continue to pick me up and get me through.

It’s really pretty simple..

gregorgy:

I don’t think I’ve ever had a person in my life ever really fight for me –
To fight to be with me, to fight to protect me, to fight to stay with me, to fight to love every part of me.
Too often am I the fighter. And I’m tired.
I want somebody who can give me just as much as I give them. I want somebody with scars and bruises like my own. I want somebody who falls for love as dangerously as I do.

Needing this, years later…

thinkmexican:

“Columbus Didn’t Discover America - He Invaded It!”
Chicano students from the University of Wisconsin at Madison protest Columbus Day on October 12, 1992, the Columbus quincentennial. 500 years of resistance.
Source: UW-Madison Library Archives

"Our souls are not meant to be uniformed or contained within a box. We are chaotic, creative, expansive, and fluctuate. We are a spectrum of various energies. We are love, and love is erratic."

Awakened Vibrations (via awakenedvibrations)

gregorgy:

This. Something I have always struggled with in my writing. Through my words, I attempt to present myself, my whole and true self, in the most genuine, raw, and honest way possible. Yet I always feel that I am leaving parts out, that there is always something missing. Or I feel the opposite… that I am continually distracted, focussing too much on things that aren’t relevant to what I’m really feeling.
But in a way, I find that beautiful – this struggle to convey one’s thoughts shows that there are emotions and feelings too complex to put into words. It is beautiful to know that there are things within us, both in joy and pain, that are truly indescribable. There are things within us that are solely our own, that no one else will truly be able to understand… that no one will ever be able to take away from us.