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cowboyloser · 3 months
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ever since i was a little girl ive always been a boy
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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What it means to go easy on yourself
When you are having a hard time, the way you can go easy on yourself is by allowing yourself to be instead of trying to find answers to everything right away and fix things as if there are instant solutions to such deep-rooted problems and patterns.
Going easy on yourself does not mean indulging in self-destructive behaviour that will make you feel good for maybe a few hours or desperately seeking instant gratification in any way and form you can find. 
It means not jumping to conclusions or thinking too deeply or forcing yourself to figure it all out. It means eating well, getting enough sleep, brushing your hair, and having fruit.
It means laughing with a friend, going for a walk or lying down on the cool marble floor in Shavasana. It means constantly filling your bottle of water and carrying it everywhere with you and reading good books the ones that give you some comfort and leave you with a sense of warmth and hope.
It means engaging yourself in things that allow you to breathe a little better as you do all the functional things life is demanding out of you, like work and chores. 
Going easy on yourself during such times means you don’t take yourself so seriously because that is the quickest way to skinny dip in rabbit holes and camp there for extended periods. It also means that you say no to things and people who make you feel anxious, conscious, and uneasy. Yes, you should step out of your comfort zone and push yourself and all that but there is a time and place for that. And when you’re feeling such heaviness of being, that is not it. 
Not demanding more from yourself, not caving into the demands of others, not using your sadness and pain as an excuse to fall back on maladaptive coping mechanisms, not getting existential about everything — that’s what it means to go easy on yourself. So, please, do go easy.
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go.
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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In the future, my love was meant for you,
Every hope you shared, our bond it grew.
Each mention of my name, a memory anew,
Now you're gone, I'm left wondering what to do.
With this love in my heart, a treasure untold,
In the emptiness, where should it be stowed?
Without you here, my emotions unfold,
To whom do I give this love, as memories are scrolled?
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Mary Magdalene”
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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いすみ鉄道 大原駅 いすみ
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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that one moment when you find out something that breaks your heart into a million pieces and it feels like someone grabbed your heart right out of your chest and threw down a building and there's nothing here but also you can feel the pain of 72737373 trucks running you over and then you feel the emptiness in your stomach and your mouth gets all dry and your eyes get wet.
yep, that's heartbreak.
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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i don't need to write poetry, i need to scream in the woods.
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cowboyloser · 4 months
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Vardges Petrosyan, Years Lived and Unlived (translated by metamorphesque)
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cowboyloser · 5 months
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In the trail of broken hearts I've sown,
Each step I took, a love overthrown.
Feet bleeding from shattered dreams,
Left behind, love's silent screams.
Departing, for loving was not the cure,
Hearts left wounded, emotions obscure.
A symphony of pain in every parting,
In the echoes of goodbye, love departing.
Through the pieces, my journey unfolds,
A story of love, in chapters untold.
For every heart I had to set free,
Mine bled too, in the dance of destiny.
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cowboyloser · 5 months
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I strive to weave a narrative, painfully true,
Drawing out the poison from my soul, it's you.
In words, I try to convey the woe,
Cleansing my being of memories' undertow.
Each sunrise demands a cleansing, a daily chore,
For my heart's no longer your territory, it's forlorn.
I'd give a thousand, tread endless miles,
For you to step into my shoes, break these heart-wrenching trials.
Feel the etching on my heart's decree,
Longing for a remedy, a cure, to set me free.
In the poetic symphony of my despair,
I wish, fervently wish, my malady had a remedy.
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cowboyloser · 6 months
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Hurts me to hurt you,
Kills me to kill you.
(-camilla cabello)
You had to kill me but it killed to just the same.
(-taylor swift)
idk i just think about these a LOT.
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cowboyloser · 6 months
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visiting home for the holidays feels like,
oh, how I missed you. I should've never came. I wish I could live here again. I'm grateful I moved out. Did you miss me? Am I overstaying my welcome? Are things different now that I'm not around? Why couldn't you do that while I was around?
I'm finally home, as a guest.
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