Who’s to say that when we’re awake, we’re really not
dreaming in actuality? Cause, if anything I’ve learned of
“reality”, its that truth is diluted and skewed into fantasy.
I use to consider myself a realist but the realest thing I
could ever experience came via my dream while I slept one
night. Someone I’ve never met in real life made manifest
before my eyes. Came to life right before my eyes. Did I dream
her into life? Or am I still asleep, if so please don’t
wake me. She stared with confidence as I sat at the
edge of consciousness trying not to move, afraid that if I
flinched I just might lose the only thing that ever made
sense to me. I’d verbalize the intensity, but words could
do no justice to how I felt when the percussion of our
hearts so rythmic; when the stars fell
from out of the sky and into our window with us to shine in
our moment of unity. Then with one hand I motioned her to me
 like I’d miss my only opportunity to reach out and embrace
God’s greatest of plans and there may never come an
additional chance. With elegance she came; her brown skin
glowing like a phosphorus stone in the opportune light.
Without hesitance, placed her hands into mine and right
in that moment into the sky, a new moon was born into the
night. Here on the ledge I swore I had died and went to
heaven or reverted back to being seven the way she breathed
innocence back into me with a slight crack of her immaculate
smile. Like a child, butterflies fluttered around in the
depths of my core, untainted by trial and war; unrestrained
by the pride and sin I had once before harbored within. &
that my friend is what I call the definition of liberation;
breaking free from civilization to redesign a new foundation
for love. No limitations, only trust as far as we take it
solely because, we make the laws, we are the nation and our
only salvation lies within us. So she smiled with her eyes
as I stood up, no longer fearful of slipping into
consciousness. I placed my hands upon her hips and felt the
weight of the world lift from off of my shoulders and drift
into the distance. With no resistance we closed our eyes and
collided into each other like animalistic lovers who just
broke free from an eternity of separation; our lips only
disengagin’ to inhale the presence of angels who fell from
the heavens to serenade us with their acceptance. Even time
was present as it stopped for a moment solely to witness us
light up the night with this iridescence of emotion; our
love the most divine of all hues. I’ll never again vow to
pledge allegiance to anything but God, our moon, and you.
With that said, eventually I fell off the ledge of fantasy
and woke up in bed to “reality”, a place where YOU do not
dwell. Well, not exactly. See, when I said I never met “her”
in real life, what I really meant was…without her disguise.
‘Cause this beautiful queen that appeared in my dreams had a
voice that would ring all too familiar to my ears. & all I
couldn’t stop thinking was this thing you once told me in
silence. This thing you said in your mind and under your
breath but those three words I’ll never forget; you said,
“Maybe next lifetime.” & that’s when I realized after all
these years that I’m not living life… I’ve been living in
fear. Here it never occurred to me that this place I awake
to day after day may solely be a world of insecurity holding
me hostage in my own subconscious. Here where the only thing
I’ve ever wanted seems virtually impossible to attain. Call
me insane, but I’d like to believe in the slightest
possibility that this thing we all call reality, may
actually be nothing more than a dream. So, ye of little
faith if you’re listening… trust none of what you hear and
only half of what you see; understand your fear and the
truth will set you free, for everything in life isn’t
always as it seems.

-Dee

me…

me…

(Source: staypozitive)

Amy <3

shelly-darling:

batgirl &lt;3
"Every day is an opportunity to make your life the way you want it to be. Anything is possible when you work toward it, one day at a time. Skip a day, and you lose momentum. Try to do it all at once and you burn out. Steadily, consistently work, making every day count, and you will reach your goals. Today is a chance to grow - to do a little bit more than you did yesterday, a little bit better, a little bit more effectively. Anyone can do a little more, learn a little more, and grow a little more each day. Soon, with consistent effort, those “little bits” add up to major accomplishments. Is there something you want to change? Today is the day to start changing it."

— Ralph Marston (via prima-volta)

(Source: corona-borealis, via dropkickqueen)

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘Maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘How very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love."

Neil Gaiman (via soaringaboveitall)

(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via forrestgumper)

ecstvsyinlove:

Even the word in my head has fog dancing at its feet. The rotting of my bones, the only possible way. They say, a bone will never decompose. I say it’s only until the loneliness takes its toll. Decaying the soul I know. Or thought I knew, like the thought of you. I can feel it…

(Source: ecstvsy, via forrestgumper)

Tags: me

veefxxxelamor:

Could I be so lost, that I can’t even find myself? How can I love another, if I can’t find love in me? Mind racing. Losing my breath. Thirsty for it. Cotton mouth. At times I draw a blank card, trying to play it. Confused. Spirits get low. I MISS IT. Yet I hate having it. Feeling crazy. I’m in…

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Bruno Mars- Valerie (tribute to Amy Winehouse)

steenfox:

Who Run The World?
(I have a lot of free time on my hands. *sigh*) 

steenfox:

Who Run The World?

(I have a lot of free time on my hands. *sigh*) 

Tags: RTW Squirrels