Empty barrels make the most noise

Male. Single. 26. West Indian. New Jersey. Passionate.

A person’s emotional being is like an ocean. The people in your life are separated into three different categories. You have the sailors: they won’t touch the water. They opt to stay inside the boat. These people are your acquaintances, or “surface” friends, and they never make it deep.
You then have the snorkelers. These are the friends who want to go deep, but don’t have the emotional capacity to carry the pressure and weight. If they make an attempt, they either drown or are forced to go back to the surface for oxygen.
Finally, let’s talk about the deep sea divers. These are the people who stay with you through storms and violent waters, and they aren’t afraid to dive to the darkest parts of the ocean floor: they stay with you, in the water, through the worst times. They aren’t afraid to call out your bullshit. They’re the people who are there for you no matter what happens.
We all need the third type of people in our lives.

—Yahya Bakkar (via psych-facts)

A beautiful feeling, when someone tells you “I wish I knew you earlier”.

—(via nizariat)

(via psych-facts)



Rules : Message me your phone number on anon, I’ll text you for a week without knowing who you are or what you look like to only get to know your personality . At the end of the week you can send me a picture of you

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i am noone’s 2am solace.

homelessness has become the feeling within my heart.

i dont understand why, but i need someone right now. i will not be able to have them. so i will sleep tonight in that feeling of.. incompletion.


sam smith would only make me feel more lonely tonight. 

fuck me. i need a friend to call and i dont know if i have any.

there is little time, and i may not reach the end of this line
but the tips of my fingers hold preciousness at the moment
so i wish to give, what i can.

i feel as if i’ve been sitting in meditation.
upon what my mind perceives as a plateau.
i know the world may be much larger than where i am placed.
but i feel, at peace.

and there are many climbing the mountain.
it was a mountain of emotional and psychological turbulence.
to know one’s self
was a perpetual state of that perfect moment of unbridled inspiration.
it was minimalist, but complete. 
like water, clear and unpurposed.

i feel as if i sit here, in peace. awaiting. 
i am not physically bound. 
i can feel my presence and connection to all physical things.
and if i need be the mountain, i shall move.

this is emptiness, and peace.
i am comfortable, knowing me.