Far Out Of Reach

Far Out Of Reach

I hear music. I hear songs and I make up music, lacking access to any instrument or the ability to read music only feel it. I sing songs that touch me, like Temporal’s Fall Silently.

I see myself in my mind flowing through the movements, but I cannot duplicate the daydream.

I feel as though I am meant to dance in an empty studio and sing at the top of my lungs while standing in a field. Why do I have a yearning for things that are so far out of my reach?

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I wish I knew what to do to make you believe in me. Hear me. Respect me. Honor me. Protect me from my enemy. Exiled. Marked as a pagan.

- Sequoia Red

That moment you realize how fucked you really are.

Sequoia

Being soft is its own brand of brave.

cosmic-hope (via angryasianfeminist)

I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.

mental-slut (via perfect)

Be Like Jesus

My mother tells me to be humble to stay it forward. But I’ve been humble for two decades and it’s done nothing but punish me. My mother tells me to be like Jesus. God says the same. And yes, I am God’s daughter, as I yearn great things. But if I keep this way, I’ll be dead inside. I’ll be nothing. I will end up like Jesus, palms forward and wrists pinned. - Sequoia Red