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6 years ago

Poem: Drifting

Sometimes I sit alone

And watch the ever-changing sky.

I see the clouds in shapes of you

As they go slowly drifting by.

j.p


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6 years ago

Poem: Thoughts about Thoughts of You

I watched the sun rise

On my own and didn’t

Think of how sweet it’d

Be to spend that time

With you, but then, does

Thinking about me not

Thinking of you count

As a disguised means

Of missing you again?

j.p


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2 years ago

Poem: Going Ghost

No wind brings whispers of love and beauty--

my own shivers in the cold are all that move me.

I’m going ghost in the midnight hours,

a new-born vampire when I look in the mirror.

I sit with faceless fuzzy creatures and a can of fizzy water,

having a name and face and being someone’s daughter,

in good company through this blanching night--

a place to be and sit awhile, to make myself alright.

j.p


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8 months ago

Therapy... 🥰😊🏍

its-all-good-my-luv - Passion and Purpose

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7 years ago

Why do you insist on carrying on a conversation with me when I'm clearing reading? I was reading when you interrupted. Nothing you've said has anything to do with me. I'm not encouraging you continue either verbally or non verbally. My face and body language clearly project annoyance. You get upset when your alone time is interrupted, but you see no problem interrupting mine. Respect goes both ways.


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8 months ago

when the kids aren't looking 🤫

humairahhh - Humairahhh

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13 years ago

socialanxietyisabitch:

reverseshopgirl:

[via hyperbole & a half]

#Alonetime

sexigurlnexdoor - Sexigurlnexdoor.

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If someone avoids you, give them space and time will tell where they want to be...

Si alguien te evita, dale su espacio y el tiempo dirá en donde quiere estar...


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Remember this guys when our girls need some space and alone time... this is what they are really up to... 😜😉☺️😅

northern-spark-of-creativity - Northern Spark of Creativity

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Allow yourself to mourn the loss of love, and heal from those wounds. Don’t run into the arms of another lover, you will not find peace there: you will only accumulate more to heal from.

~ Tara Rose

Allow Yourself To Mourn The Loss Of Love, And Heal From Those Wounds. Dont Run Into The Arms Of Another

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8 months ago

Overheard at the BAU

JJ: "EMILY!"

Emily: "What's up, babe?"

JJ: "THERE'S A HUGE SPIDER IN OUR BED!"

Emily, car keys in hand: "On an unrelated note, I'm having a sleepover with Derek-"

/3 hours later/

JJ, eating a box if chocolate while watching a romcom: "And that's how to get alone time"


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11 months ago

Hello! I have a lot of some for solo dates outside home, but I don’t have many solo dates ideas to do at home. Can you share some ideas for both options, please? Thank you 🩵

Solo dates outside of home:

Sitting in a park/on an outdoor bench with music + a coffee and/or a book

Going for a solo coffee or drink date (bring a book if you want)

Getting your nails done

Getting a massage

Taking a long walk

Going to the movies/live music show alone

Go window shopping

Take a tennis or other solo sports class

Go to a ballet, concert, etc.

Attend a jewelry-making, candle-making, perfume-making, mixology class

Solo dates at home:

Have a "spa" night with a full exfoliating shower, face mask, etc.

Have an at-home movie night

Bake or make your favorite meal with a great playlist in the background

Read a book in a relaxing bath

Draw, write, read, or create something that brings you joy

Take a virtual cooking, mixology, dance, or language class

Have a dance party in your room

Sleep in with zero alarms or responsibilities for the next 24 hours

Hope this helps xx


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11 months ago

She’s not wrong 😋

JEAN HARLOW InDINNER AT EIGHT 1933, Dir. George Cukor
JEAN HARLOW InDINNER AT EIGHT 1933, Dir. George Cukor
JEAN HARLOW InDINNER AT EIGHT 1933, Dir. George Cukor
JEAN HARLOW InDINNER AT EIGHT 1933, Dir. George Cukor

JEAN HARLOW in DINNER AT EIGHT — 1933, dir. George Cukor


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1 year ago

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I’ve realized there’s a beautiful quiet to solitude. Drowning out the noise.

Yes: the ever present chatter of the city, the neighborhood, the trees all around me.

But also the sound of others’: expectations, opinions, influences. We are inundated with these from the moment we drink our first sips of air. Our families, friends, the media all around us have shaped our current perspective of the world. The narrative of our experiences are processed through the lens of those beliefs. Our experiences are the fabric of our lives. And so it goes on.

It is rare to have a thought that is entirely your own.

When I first realized this, it frightened me. Who am I, really?

It take solitude, listening to the quiet whispers of my soul - to know what truly gives me peace.

Who am I when no one is around?

What are my desires when no one is there to validate them?

How would I direct the course of my own narrative?

On my last day, on my last breath - what would I remember?

Be still and listen.


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