Anonymous asked: I'd like to date you if you'd let me
no
It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside.
(via westcoast-soul)
Just one of those posts of mine that left me in tears…
The delightful & sweet countenance I see in his face every time he observes the presence of a young infant babygirl, I recognize. The way he spoils my little 2-year-old baby cousin Sophia, as she was his own daughter. The glow in his face as he enjoys himself choosing Barbie dolls, playhouses, & Disney princess’s toys for his nieces. I notice & observe these little things of my father every time he is in the presence of a young girl. With no words spoken, I see the adoration in his smile & the light in his eyes. I know why he is like this. It is because he is reminded that at one point in his life, he too had a little girl. He too, had a little princess that was attached to him like paste. The presence of frilly pink dresses & little bows revives him to the memories when he too had a little girl that would dress in little pink dresses with bows and flowers in her hair. He too, once had a little girl that when mommy had to go to work early, he was the one in charge of dolling up his babygirl & having a difficulty on how to do simple pigtails on her hair. Holding his 2-year-old niece is a reminder when he used to once held me in his arms. Holding me in his arms, like he is my sole protector & superman. The way he looks at his niece’s big round eyes, snow white complexion, & her sweet smile hits him hard, because for a moment, he saw my face when I was her age. Even if my father never admits it out loud, I know he misses the days when I was younger. My mother would always tell me how when I was still his little girl, he gave me the greatest love that a father could give. Because I was so innocent, fragile, & precious at that time, he wanted to be the only superman in my life and teach me the ways and gifts this world can offer. What I think he misses the most about having a young babygirl, is the innocence & attachment I had towards him. I didn’t know much at those ages and I was just another young soul flowing carelessly through life with him always behind my back. Untouched, uncorrupted, and unexposed to the malicious and hideous parts of this world. I knew very little & had a head filled with imagination and innocent illusions, is what he misses. The days where he knew his little princess would be far from adolescence, & forever be his little girl. The days where she knew nothing about the attraction of the opposite sex & refrain from them because she had this frivolous ideology that they contained some sort of childish disease (aka cooties.) The days where in her place, he was the only man in her life. The days where he was her king, & she was his princess. The days where she was once so attached to him but now, as the years pass by, she is slowly drifting away from him. The days where she would call him in her sweet voice “daddy” has slowly diminished to “dad.” The days where every time he would come back home from work, she would be filled with so much excitement, run to him and jump into his arms because she missed him dearly, but has now reduced to her even barely acknowledging his presence when arrives home from work. The days where the only thing she could make a mistake on was if she spilled the glass of milk, drew on the walls, or anything not drastic or dramatic like that. The days where everyday, she would spoke nonstop gibberish to him, telling him all her dreams and wonders, & adding a “I love you daddy” to every sentence has now shrunken to her barely exchanging four words to him, or asking him what is for supper, being more private and closed, & hearing the words “I love you daddy” or “I miss you daddy” would only be heard once in every blue moon. But despite all the changes that the age can bring, I can still remember vividly when he held me so close & witnessed for the first time ever, his tears as we danced together on my 18th birthday. I knew he is happy yet sadden at the fact that I am no longer his little girl anymore & that one day, he will eventually have to let me go and be the woman he raised me to become. Don’t get me wrong, I know my father still loves me the same regardless of what age I am, but there is something about the younger age of a female that the father has a strong attachment & adoration with. They say that the relationship between a father & his daughter is the strongest bond, & I firmly believe in that because no matter what age I am, nor how much he misses that days when I was younger, his greatest love for me will always remain the same. & I promised him, no matter how old I am, I will always be his little girl, babygirl, & little princess & he, will always be my king. And that will never change.
(via xanthonycastro)
It’s almost a relieving feeling when you can walk away from someone and not miss them…
"I am free
and because of my freedom,
I wander carelessly
and because of my wanderings
and explorations,
I am lost.
I am free and I am lost.
& being free and lost,
is such a terrifying but euphoric feeling."
Before,
I was loved but left
Now,
I am lost but learning
I like to believe that the soul never dies. Our flesh may stop functioning, our heart may stop bumping, and our lungs may stop breathing, but our soul never stops existing. The human body will one day turn into a lifeless corpse and that corpse will eventually mold into a structure of nothings. The human skin will eventually dispose and turn into spectacles of dust thus leaving us to our skulls and bones. & our remains will be a lifeless solitude. Just because the soul leaves our body, it doesn’t mean the soul has died with our body too. I like to believe that the soul is finally set free from the anatomy of our mold and is free to roam around the skies and breezes of this earth. I like to believe that when the soul leaves our temples, it floats endlessly in an atmosphere that just keeps floating and floating. Whether the soul goes to a higher heaven/power or remains to float around in this planet of life, the soul will always exist. Yes, we may expire, but our soul will always renew. Life may die, but the soul is eternal.
