humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

You Push People Away
You feel the need to protect yourself. You're scared of what could become if you let yourself sink into a relationship. This could be a friend, a significant other, or even family. It's not that you even want them to leave; it's that you don't know what will happen if they stay. That's what horrifies you. It's unknown territory once it gets to a certain point. You curl yourself into this little ball and anyone who tries to come to help you up gets kicked or smacked away until they eventually disappear. Then it's dark.
By Tara Bush8 years ago in Humans
HELIOS
She was always warm, and you could feel her light on your skin every time she walked into the room. She blinded people with her radiance and took them aback with her brilliance and there will never be a person as perfect as her, not now, not ever. Because if we were all stars then she was the fucking galaxy, everything was dark without her and once she's gone, you realize that you don't know what you're supposed to do with yourself. She was a Saint but she left too soon. Suddenly the quiet was deafening and you couldn't focus on anything but the emptiness that now resonated in your entire being at the fact that she was gone.
By Valerie Duvall8 years ago in Humans
My Outlook
See, I know people who suffer, daily. It's hard for them to keep going, I think people need to be aware of this. Everyone hides behind a screen or just pure gossip knowing it will never get back to that person. we all know the truth, it hurts. So we just don't admit it, we know people judge us too. It is like a cloud that hangs over everyone. We all just ignore it until it gets worse and worse to the point that we don't see the point in life.
By Caitlin hancock8 years ago in Humans
Home
What is home? Is it the house you were born in? There are crayon marks on the walls from when you were three. You remember running down green carpeted floors, racing your brother to the bathtub. The chairs by the kitchen island would spin. You used to bang the edges on the table. There were chips in the marble. You have a permanent scar from when you hit your face on the coffee table. You used to roll down the hill outside, or climb on the playground in the backyard. You remember being afraid of the dogs, so you’d hide behind your mother. You remember letting the cats in through the window, or playing with the kittens in the barn. Life hadn’t hurt you, yet.
By Lorde Jacobson8 years ago in Humans
The Brittlebugs
They fall like leaves, always. Papery-thin and tossed with the wind. Greenish-brown and folding in on a thousand edges within themselves, the brittlebugs always fall in early June.
By Sebastien Lacasse8 years ago in Humans
The INFJ-INTJ Romance {Part 1}
As an INFJ, I longed for a romance of depth and purpose: for a man to understand who I was deep inside, beyond the friendly smile I put on for anyone I encountered. INFJ's are deeply internalized individuals filled with intrinsic joy and melancholy at the same time.
By PathlessJourney8 years ago in Humans
Your Husband Is Cheating on Us
If you were to ask my closest friends, colleagues, and mentors to use one word to describe me, they may respond with “reserved,” “responsible,” “diligent,” and “honest.” A laundry list of characteristics any parent would be proud to boast of. And for the most part, I tend to embody those traits in my everyday life. However, there is a less noble dimension to my personality and life that I tend to keep under wraps.
By Micky Thinks8 years ago in Humans
Life is About More
Life is about more. More than working 9-5. More than your smartphone or computer. More than Snapchat, Facebook, Twitter, and dating apps. More than sex with strangers or your partner. More than just paying bills. Life is about living; something modern society seems to have forgotten.
By Mark Smith8 years ago in Humans
Coincidence or fate?
I have been in love with people who have never seen me. In high school, I could wake up that morning, and do everything for that person in mind. But right when I would pass them in the hallway, I would melt, evaporating like ice on hot pavement. I promise you no one knew me like I knew them. I was quiet, and I genuinely enjoyed the company of others, I just couldn’t bring myself to participate in the moment.
By Marisa Lynn8 years ago in Humans
Life As an Empath
We are all born with some sense of empathy. Children cry easily to movies, situations that don’t directly affect them, and they sense other’s emotions as their own. For some people though, that strong sense of empathy never fades. Some see it as a very special gift. It’s even been noted as superhuman. Others consider it a massive curse, something that’s completely irritating and overwhelming.
By Meagan Hagerman8 years ago in Humans
Where Has All the Authenticity Gone?
It's all Bullshit; Nancy in Stranger Things Season Two had it right. Let me start off by saying I'm a student, trying to get an engineering degree, in my senior year of college, dealing with people all day, every day. I have to make pointless small talk with people who I will never see again after I graduate, I have to be polite to people who are rude to me at my student job, and I have to deal with professors who think giving 4 group projects, 3 assignments, and 1 presentation in the last few weeks of the semester is fair before having to take 3 final exams. I deal with all of these people because I have to; because I'm spending thousands upon thousands of dollars of my own money (not my parents') to get this engineering degree in order to find a job and develop a functional life for myself after college. I deal with these people because it's part of being a human being; providing others with courtesy even if you don't think they deserve it.
By Sarah Gray8 years ago in Humans
Not the Right Kind of Black
We all carry with us memories and secrets that we solemnly swear to ourselves no one will ever know about. There is an inescapable amount of shame connected to these pieces of our lives and we hold ourselves hostage as a result. But I must admit that I’m exhausted. My spirit is spent. And I’m ready to relinquish myself from the hold my own secret has held over my life.
By Micky Thinks8 years ago in Humans