Know when it’s time to give up. Treat yourself like the QUEEN that you are. There is nothing noble about unrequited love. You deserve so much more. You’re not a vulture. Don’t prey on a weak body that’s too tired to love you back.
#bemymuse 31 – as requested by @ejpchua and @kris_ennn
Let my collarbone be your confessional. Leave your d e m o n s here. I will cradle them between my shoulder blades. Let the bed be sweat-stained, fear-stained, sin-stained, and shaking for the hundred and one reasons you never had the courage to name. I will drink the venom of your tragedy and turn it into spring water in our throats. You are safe.
I have been so disconnected with IG lately. I’m so terribly sorry. I’ve never felt so overwhelmed with my life. From adjusting to a new job just a few months ago, to moving and finding another job while thinking, gosh will this job hunting ever end, I’m too old for this! And then finally finding one along with the prospect of a new love, then evaluating it if it’s really for me, but then deciding I deserve better things so I had to give up the job along with the guy 💔 sigh I know.
I read somewhere that we can have everything! Just not at the same time. It’s been a roller coaster so far! But I believe in timing and in my capabilities.
I’m thankful that I was patient and courageous enough to wait for what I deserve. I’ve finally found the job that I’m happy with.
As for love, well, that will come eventually. I’m not waiting, nor am I looking – what will be 🎶 will be.
Believe me when I say I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. Every time I think of telling you I want you for your bad days and your good, I flinch back into myself, saying nothing. I am so afraid of finding out I’m not strong enough to hold the both of us.
I am more lioness than girl. I am more snarl than smile. I am not the silent type purring sighs into your chest. The way that I will scream your name is more roar than moan, as my nails claw the flesh of your backbone. I am the insatiable beast of the night and morn.
Save for the moments between sunset and darkness, when your fingertips find the curve of my waist, and you pull my raging form tight against our heaving breaths and heartstrings.
The first lesson I learned was never to wait for a man’s rescue. History is written by the survivors, and I am surely that.
– Catherine de Medici, from the TV series REIGN
I just came across this series last weekend and was saddened that it was ending. So I’ve started a marathon for Season 1 when I came across one of the lines of Catherine de Medici. She takes no nonsense from anyone, she’s definitely one of my favorites.