I had to say it. Just my personal views of course *shrugs*
12 months… For an entire year I was good. No phone calls. No texts. No sex. I was coping. You know, moving along slowly. Getting over you. Going on meaningless dates, Deleting memory filled messages. I was good. Then today you messaged. Generic at first. “Hey, how you’ve been?” And I tried with all my might to act nonchalant, But then you said “I heard our song today you know…” And I smiled. Because that song is the only song I know every lyric to. The only song when I hear the second verse, I feel your lips on my neck. And just like that, Those 365 days of no contact, That year of being “good”, Vanished. Now here I am. In your living room, Listening to our song, As you pour us a drink. My phone goes off and I shake my head as I read the text from my bestfriend… “Girl, but you were good!”

12 months…

For an entire year I was good.
No phone calls.
No texts.
No sex.
I was coping.
You know, moving along slowly.
Getting over you.
Going on meaningless dates,
Deleting memory filled messages.
I was good.
Then today you messaged.
Generic at first.
“Hey, how you’ve been?”
And I tried with all my might to act nonchalant,
But then you said
“I heard our song today you know…”
And I smiled.
Because that song is the only song I know every lyric to.
The only song when I hear the second verse,
I feel your lips on my neck.
And just like that,
Those 365 days of no contact,
That year of being “good”,
Vanished.
Now here I am.
In your living room,
Listening to our song,
As you pour us a drink.
My phone goes off and I shake my head as I read the text from my bestfriend…
“Girl, but you were good!”

“My breakthrough is so near. I can feel it. 2014, the year of struggle will be nothing in comparison to the years ahead. Praise God!”
Conversation A: I don’t know how to make her mine B: What does she like to do? A: Listening to music and disappearing B: Then write her a song that makes her stay… - Simple Curiosity

Conversation

A: I don’t know how to make her mine

B: What does she like to do?

A: Listening to music and disappearing

B: Then write her a song that makes her stay…

- Simple Curiosity

“Officers have tanks now. They have drones. They have automatic rifles, and planes, and helicopters, and they go through military-style boot camp training. It’s a constant complaint from what remains of this country’s civil liberties caucus. Just this last June, the ACLU issued a report on how police departments now possess arsenals in need of a use. Few paid attention, as usually happens.   The worst part of outfitting our police officers as soldiers has been psychological. Give a man access to drones, tanks, and body armor, and he’ll reasonably think that his job isn’t simply to maintain peace, but to eradicate danger. Instead of protecting and serving, police are searching and destroying.   If officers are soldiers, it follows that the neighborhoods they patrol are battlefields. And if they’re working battlefields, it follows that the population is the enemy. And because of correlations, rooted in historical injustice, between crime and income and income and race, the enemy population will consist largely of people of color, and especially of black men. Throughout the country, police officers are capturing, imprisoning, and killing black males at a ridiculous clip, waging a very literal war on people like Michael Brown.”
“I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.”
Hey loves, I’ve been away from Tumblr for such a longggggg time. ¡Lo siento mi amors! Well I’m back, not with poetry or prose, but something that illustrates art in another form. My very 1st tattoo! Not gonna go into why it took so long to get one considering I LOVEEEE tattoos but cuz it’s way too long of a story.  
Anyways it symbolizes “FAITH. HOPE. LOVE.” Just reversed in the pic of course becuz of the camera. 
Be safe lovelies and I will try my hand at some writing soon. Besos!