THE BLUE LIGHT🌙
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يناير /10/ 2020
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"I’m loved now, but when I wasn’t, it didn’t mean I wasn’t worthy of it.”

—Anne Shirley, Anne with an E.
Where do I end and where does everyone else begin? I have been carrying people I met with me all my life. For letting go seemed to betray the memory of them before they betrayed me. I cannot tell you much about limits and hurt but I can tell you that one betrayal nudges on both. It hurts you and limits you to a past. An entity that resides in someone's youth, another's mistake, and a third's distortion of a truth they cannot face. Your face in a memory begins and ends with a sigh, a curse, a regret, but never an existence of you. It is never you. You cannot have existed within such a brief beginning to an end, can you? Another beginning limits you, hurts you, but never ends you. I do not end in others' beginning, for I have begun outside a memory.
"Slept, awoke,
slept, awoke.
Miserable life."
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For all the death this world has seen, it surely still harbors more hope than it should. I often wonder if the sky could tell how many souls it will carry, or if the night hears the screams of souls left on earth. Still, I believe all hope comes from knowing. Both the sky and nights know that there will always be souls to own, and that screams will always find companions in laughter and midnight conversations. Death's grip will never cease to steal, but as long as the sky does not allow hope to walk hand-in-hand with its souls, the world will always owe us more nights. In knowing that, I still hope.
كل ما نسمعها يخطر عليا فيلم the fault in our stars
You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.
Forwarded from HOPE🌨
‏"وأريد أن يأتي ماهو لي دون نزاع، مجرد يأتي و يجلس بجانبي ويشعرني بالأمان، ولا يذهب، بهذه البساطة."
Forwarded from Promise
‏"ما فائدة "أنا بجانبك" بعد التعافي، أو "أنا أحبّك" وأنت لا تتقبَّل عيوبي، ما فائدة "أسف" بعد أسبوع من الخصام! وما فائدة "فخور بك" وأنت لم تشاركني مُعاناة الوصول، أو "لا تحزن" بعد أن تركتني للحزن يأكلني؟ لا فائدة، لا فائدة تأتي من كلمات باردة في غير وقتها."
I’m still trying to find myself.
no words but thousands feelings
THE BLUE LIGHT🌙
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I need someone to hug me everyday
Forwarded from HOPE🌨
Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947
Rejected feelings are better than fake promises.
we live in an emotional generation with emotionless people.