lovestruckpoetry:

I feel stuck in place. It’s hard to explain but I can’t crackle the case. It’s like I’m set at pause while everything runs in motion. As if I haven’t a cause or as if there was never a notion. I could wait and wait but feel nothing at all. I could wait and wait until I want to curl up into a ball. Try to mask my face in different designs. Into something that was never mine. But now is not the time to hide. It is the time to show my unbearable pride! There’s so much hate and there’s so much need… time runs late and I can’t plant the seeds. All the rapture is gone.

ivorymind:

If life worked out the way we wanted everytime, well… it wouldn’t be living anymore.