Scribe your soul out
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As miserable as it gets.
Yes, all I do is be miserable here.
Can't help it.
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Silently putting it here.
My insecurities are really getting to me. It's not about you, it's all on me.
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Don't ask me if I'm a dog or cat person,I'm an "every creature" person, except for mosquitoes I can't stand them.
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I used to dread ironing my father's shirt every night. I usually did it late so I wouldn't have to wake up early. Honestly, it often made me mad because it felt like a nightly chore. But today, while ironing, it hit me that it was almost going to be the last time I ever did it( Thank God it wasn't). And I felt scared, to be honest. Ironing that shirt felt like a reminder that he was still here, and it meant he'd be getting up and going to work tomorrow. It made me realize I should be grateful for that.
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Forwarded from Haha? (ገሊላ)
They were right
We do need hugs
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When you see fire and still want to approach it, believing it won’t burn you because it doesn’t feel real. But deep down, you sense your skin melting, revealing the truth, until you realize it’s fire and you turn into ashes, unable to deny its reality.

Yet, even after feeling its burn, there’s a feeling that tells you to try again and this time this one is fake it does not burn, and no one would light their heart enough for you to be warm, and you should try once more, believing that nothing would happen again, luring you in.

You’re fooled by the warmth, feeling comfortable despite melting once more, a constant cycle.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t escape you will always love the fire.

But you can learn that warmth can either melt you or turn you into ashes, because that warmth is the fire you try to hide from,
but no matter how much you hide, you still sense the flames consuming you, turning your soul into ashes all the way to your core.

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#Saturdayshouldbeabused
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Even if I could shape you into the perfect image of my dreams, and reconstruct you to what I desired, I’d still choose not to bring you back into my life again.
What if it was a cry for help?
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Me everytime🤦‍♀️ the sad thing is every single one happens to me.
Forwarded from Eternally Awake
Well at the end of the day Don't we all crave things like love? But slowly the fear of not being good enough or worthy cripples us I wonder when your day will come
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Forwarded from Elen
And I'm imagining the faces u make each time u bumped on something or dropped something
Despite having three weeks of semester break, all I did was sleep and read, and now I'm struggling to convince myself it wasn't a waste of time.
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