Some use Tumblr to escape the world

I use it to share with the world

Because it’s a place I can say whatever I want, and no one is gonna say anything back

jordidge:

White people just don’t understand what being offended feels like.

They’ve never had someone follow them through the store.

Lock their doors when you’d walk past their car.

Or heard the phrases: “You’re not like the other ones, you’re different!”

“Wow you’re actually pretty smart.”

-A very wise friend

I had this dream where you were in it.  I didn’t really know you, and you really didn’t know me.  We’ve seen each other, and chatted. But one day we were together, with these two other people.  I don’t know who they were, but I was glad they were there.  They were strange, and were reckless. You were bothered.  I asked you if you wanted to go upstairs and talk.  You smiled and said yes.  We go upstairs, and we go through a bright light…..

…I was in a black tux, wearing my favorite kicks, wouldn’t have it any other way.  I see you.  You were so radiant.  You’re long black dress, and that bow in your hair, made the air around you…magnificent.  We walk down the stairs, and leave the door. The sky was sparkling, as if they wanted to see your beauty.  The air was warm. It was Prom.  I didn’t know how I knew it.  I just knew it.  I walked you to the car, a silver convertible.  It was amazing.  All I felt was happiness as we drove into the black….

….I reappeared, you were gone.  It was bright, but it was no longer beautiful, It was barren.  A wasteland.  I was looking for you.  You were taken.  I was upset.  I drive and drive.  I find you, bounded in chains.  You were scared.  I go up to you, and look at you in the eyes.  As I looked into your eyes, the world changed.  We were at Prom, dancing.  We were surrounded by people, but all I saw was you…..

….I woke up.  it was all a dream.  But some how, the feelings i had in that dream, I have now.  And that just odd…

I stay here, facing the dark skies and the quiet sounds of the wind.  I remain haunted by these images of a dream that my brain abandoned in spite, but my heart holds on to with hope.  A suffering that I have placed on my own, where simple words have casted me into a spiral of conflict and disdain.  My body fears giving up faith for the dream.  I live for faith.  My heart lives.  But my body has died.  I reside in limbo.

it sucks liking you

and it sucks more not liking you

what a conflict

I don’t think about her chest, her legs, or her butt

I think about 

her smile

her laughs

how she tilts her head

how she puts her oversized jacket sleeve over her mouth when she’s listening

how she grabs my sweatshirt

how she plays with my jacket tassels

and how whenever I look into her eyes, I can’t help but feel happy

Tryin’ to sleep right now

but I cant, cause i got her on my mind