Shit Cats Say.

   

  

Their faces.

 

 

Acquiescence.

“I’ve accepted the fact that because I’m human, I’m terrific in one thing, good at some, mediocre at a bit more, and terrible at others. And if you’re human, you are too. You’ll have to discover the one thing that you are good at and major in it.”

— Bo Sanchez

Sing me my lullaby.

 

The past few days and the couple more ahead would be the most stressful days I would have ever faced in my entire life. Don't think I've gone through anytime when it felt like this. Holding it as much as I can. It takes little to trigger it, but I'm trying to stay strong and not breakdown. 

The rain, it calms me. Literally been staring at my screen to the window of pouring rain for hours now. It's my antidote, it keeps me still, and hopefully the thunder would sing me my lullaby.

My love.

You are indescribable my dear. You are like the stars, and jupiter and mars, and the moon and the sun all merged into one. You are difficult and hard to figure, like quantum science. But you are so beautiful in every way. It’s as if you were made to be pulchritudinous and exquisite like a diamond and like fractals and art. You are unpredictable, just like a meteor waiting to strike the earth and waiting to stun me. You are the universe. 

Meow.

  

  

  

...I miss my Kimmiekins.

Wish it was mutual.

No matter what happens there will always be a little place for you in my heart. No one will ever be able to take that away from you. Just remember that. 

If you need me, call me I don't care if I'm sleeping..if I'm having my own problems or if I'm angry at you. If you need me and if you need to talk to me, I'll always be there for you. No matter how big or how small your problem is, I'll be there.

I just wish you'd allow me in.

Reposting, just because.

This is someone dying while having an MRI scan.
Before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphins that make you feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.

Save yourself.

  

Red rover.

"I don't iron his shirts.

I don't sew on his buttons.

I don't know all the jokes he tells,

or the songs he hums.

but he says he loves me,

and I believe its true.

Doesn't that make someone belong to you?"

Honestly as the days goes by, 

I keep wondering, where am I?

Where are you? and why are we not here, together.

Wondering why the tears.

Before I go to sleep, there you are.

After I've opened my eyes, and there you are.

Every single time I stare at red,

It just reminds me of you, laying right next to me.

Then it hits, and there's a sudden hollow space,

I remember that you're not here with me,

You're never ever gonna be here anymore, are you?

Maybe I could get rid of red.

The one thing that keeps me hooked to you.

Would you be like the egg I call you to be?

and appear out of the blue, just surprising me.

Maybe something random would be nice,

as long its anything with you.

Dearest red, would you stop being alike?

Hugging me  tight, while I sleep at night.

Watching me cry, singing lullabies.

What can I do to get rid of you?

Yet keeping you close; I just want you.

Always.

   

.....even when you don't know it.

Fag end.

It's amazing how at one point in our lives we will be extremely close with someone and then later they will become a complete stranger. You will pass by them without a word. Without a single acknowledging look. This person, who once knew you so well, who once knew your fears, your desires, your dreams, your past, is now walking right past you, seeing right through you.

Hey Hopeless,

Hey Hopeless,  

Hold up a minute - what makes you think that you can’t do this anymore?  You know, they say that survival is a talent, and you’re doing damn well to be here today.  You must be doing something right because you’re still alive today.  You must be able to do this, or you wouldn’t be here.  Seriously, it takes incredible strength to live each day, and so the fact that you’re here today?  That indicates you’re so incredibly strong.  Why give up when you’ve come so far already? 

Love, 

Ex-Hopeless.

"Not Today."

 

You can try, but not today.

Why?

 Her; She's in her room, sitting on the floor, blocking the door so no one bothers her. With the music up loud, playing his favourite songs, and all of theirs. She has her phone in her hand hoping and wishing he'd text or call. Makeup running down her face from all the tears she can't help from falling down slowly. Replaying all of their memories and fun times, but mostly their last conversation. Wishing she said things differently than she did, thinking to herself she'll never ever get him back.


Him; He's in his room. Laying on his bed, his phone off. The music on, with the volume up high. Stuff thrown everywhere. His eyes red from crying and the door locked so no one could enter. Replaying their last conversation in his head, thinking of what to do but not sure, so whatever, thinking so much, he's about to flip. Red hands from hitting things. What if she never comes back?