Colleen Brown's Blog, page 33

I look at my ex now and laugh at how crusty he is and ask myself what I ever saw in that abusive,...

I look at my ex now and laugh at how crusty he is and ask myself what I ever saw in that abusive, ignorant and stupid piece of shit.

haleyincarnate:Based off of this post by @mostlyfiction

haleyincarnate:

Based off of this post by @mostlyfiction

It’s always late at night, when everything is quiet, when I turn to the other side of the bed and...

It’s always late at night, when everything is quiet, when I turn to the other side of the bed and see my love sleeping that I realize how lucky I am to have someone love me with everything inside of them. After so, so many years of being with the wrong someone or being alone, it feels so good to say that I am in love and actually mean it.

I’m so tired of being taken advantage of - yet I let it go every time it happens.

I’m so tired of being taken advantage of - yet I let it go every time it happens.

It’s sad how we drift apart from people that we used to love so fiercely. It wasn’t a feud or a...

It’s sad how we drift apart from people that we used to love so fiercely. It wasn’t a feud or a disagreement but just time that pushed us away from one another. I look at this girl who used to be my best friend for so many years - so many important years in my life and I don’t know who she is anymore. That’s sad to me. Some people find peace in that but I find little bits of sadness in the memories we made together. I wish I could reach out to her but we are so different now - we can never return to who we once were. One time I asked her if she remembered this amazing time we had together and she said she had no recollection of it and she said it with such a melancholy tone that I believed that she truly had no memory of the moments we shared together. But at least I have them. At least I know those times shaped me into who I am right now.

I feel like I haven’t written a good poem in so, so long. It seems almost forgein to me - pen...

I feel like I haven’t written a good poem in so, so long. It seems almost forgein to me - pen against paper. It feels like some part of me is missing and I’m wondering when I’ll find it again. Maybe it’s scattered in some field near my home. Maybe it’s still inside of me just waiting - almost like it’s fermenting and waiting to be just right to show itself to me again. Anyway, I miss the words that used to give me meaning. I miss the words that used to give me strength.

mostlyfiction:forgiveness isn’t about rubbing someone’s mistakes in their face. forgiveness is...

mostlyfiction:

forgiveness isn’t about rubbing someone’s mistakes in their face. forgiveness is about letting go of the past and understanding that people make mistakes. move on, let go. you can’t say you have forgiven someone if you remind them of their past faults. in that case you have not truly forgiven - and this is just speaking from my own expierence of apologizing to someone just for that person to tell me that I deserve to feel hurt when all I want is to mend those hurt feelings.

if you’re trying to make someone see that you’ve changed and they refuse to see it, stop. some...

if you’re trying to make someone see that you’ve changed and they refuse to see it, stop. some people don’t care about the progress you’ve made and who you are right now and honestly if they don’t even try, they don’t even deserve to see how great you’ve become.

mostlyfiction:“2018 to do list”

mostlyfiction:

“2018 to do list”

speaking with someone who understands you and supports you is one of the most refreshing feelings...

speaking with someone who understands you and supports you is one of the most refreshing feelings that you can feel