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  • I recently realised that the only reason why I will always be affected by betrayal is because behind it all I still hope for good from the people that betrayed me. As long as I maintain that hope, I won’t make that decision to move on and leave them in the past. But I also realised that I hold on to that hope because it’s equally painful to accept that I could have been so wrong about them. Because in accepting that I was wrong, repeatedly, I also accept that I can’t trust myself to see the true character in others. So the decision that will give me back the power to define my future is shrouded in fear. And so I’m still a victim waiting for people to be true to themselves so that I don’t have to give up my hope in humanity. Maybe my notions of being a hopeless romantic is in fact a carefully crafted lie to protect myself from the reality of my ignorance in matters of the heart?

  • What came first, karma or attitude?

  • “If Ignorance is Bliss, ‘Tis Folly to be Wise.”

    A detached, uninterested look

    is my favorite pick up line.

    Rotting, oxidized plums

    are my choice of fine wine.

    Homeless streets and rotted benches

    are my pick for a suitable bed.

    He left love letters and Benjamins

    on the floor for me to shred.

    Without desire to destroy

    I found myself so starved.

    I didn’t realize I was empty

    due to the hole that he had carved.

    I wasn’t aware I longed for neglect

    because that’s what I was used to.

    I wasn’t aware I preferred the taste of poison

    because it was the only flavor I knew.

    I wasn’t aware I was comforted by danger

    because after violence, came the embrace.

    I wasn’t quite aware of anything until the

    wounds healed and gone was his last trace.

    ~ j-r-morgan

  • I love the energy and serenity all at once…Wish I could put this up on my wall in my living room! 

  • Dear Karma, I have a list of people you missed.

  • Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

    Kahlil Gibran. (via exquisite-mind)