Forwarded from دوستويفسكي
ستصل إلى النضج الذي يجعلك ترفض التورط بعلاقة مؤقتة أو صداقة باردة أو جدال أحمق أو التعلق بالزائفين.
Forwarded from 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 (𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 ☁️)
How ma life is going these days :
*Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping** Sleeping* *Sleeping*
*Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping* *Sleeping** Sleeping* *Sleeping*
Let’s get out of this city away from its suffocating and manipulative reality. Let’s go somewhere, to a place which only we know, to a place where the stars often stumble upon whenever they get lonely.
And then, take me to your heart—to my resting place; to where roses and violets, and even sunflowers, accumulate their distinct colors at its most incredible intensity.
And then, take me to your heart—to my resting place; to where roses and violets, and even sunflowers, accumulate their distinct colors at its most incredible intensity.
We have always wanted to leave but can't.
We're not afraid of being left, rather, we're afraid to leave someone dear to us, someone who loves us. We're afraid to the idea of them, hurting, while we're not on their side anymore to hug them tight and wipe their tears.
We're not afraid of dying. We're afraid of leaving because we are loving.
We're not afraid of being left, rather, we're afraid to leave someone dear to us, someone who loves us. We're afraid to the idea of them, hurting, while we're not on their side anymore to hug them tight and wipe their tears.
We're not afraid of dying. We're afraid of leaving because we are loving.
you are going through silent battles. Your sobs are in mute. People around seems deaf. Nothing much offered but secrecy.
It hurts you
It hurts you
a lot of people tell me I’m a bit dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.
Find the people who understand, and by that I mean, find the ones who aren't quick to judge, who don't see themselves as fit to. The ones you can vent to, and they offer an ear with no attachments, no judgements. They don't listen to rumors because they know the truth can be relative, because they would rather hear everyone out. The ones who choose to get to know the real you before they decide who you are. Those are your people. Find them.
To get out of a social circle that you no longer like or abandoning a situation that no longer makes you comfortable, none of this makes you any less of a good person. And it surely doesn’t mean that whoever you left behind is deemed bad or not worthy of holding on to, it just means that they weren’t your people perhaps or your vibes just didn’t match, and leaving doesn’t make you selfish.
Ever felt like you've been just going through the motions just to get by? You feel like you're losing your passion for everything. You feel like you're losing yourself and your identity. You just start feeling lost, you're running in circles and you want more for yourself. You feel neutral. Even your passionate heart, has suddenly stopped being passionate. It just can't love anymore. You are desperate in need of absolutely anything that can bring you your spark back. The spark you've lost in your way.. that little thing that makes you feel alive.
Still I, can feel my pulse in the old pages, photos and writings, it aches my bones.
I don't know how some people say you are meant to lose your way so you can find yourself and others say that there's nothing more painful than a heartbreak.
But, losing one's self is more painful than a heartbreak. Seeing one's passion for life slowly dying is more painful than a heartbreak. Seeing one's love turning to phantom feelings is more painful than a heartbreak.
This is what I call a REAL "heartbreak"
Still I, can feel my pulse in the old pages, photos and writings, it aches my bones.
I don't know how some people say you are meant to lose your way so you can find yourself and others say that there's nothing more painful than a heartbreak.
But, losing one's self is more painful than a heartbreak. Seeing one's passion for life slowly dying is more painful than a heartbreak. Seeing one's love turning to phantom feelings is more painful than a heartbreak.
This is what I call a REAL "heartbreak"
I wonder why people keep blaming us when we have nothing to offer, when we’re empty & sad, when we’re out of energy..
Isn’t that cruel?
Isn’t that cruel?