Forwarded from Twisted (LizzY🌑🌓🌕)
Will I ever be okay?
A question i cant quite answer properly. Some days, better days, being the days I felt less pain I believe things will eventually fall in to places and in the end i too will get my happy ending like those characters in these books I keep reading. I also believe that people like me are worth happiness in the end. On other days when things go down I remind myself what a big fool I was to think I'll get better and how I might even end up in a mental asylum in my mid 20s.
So yeah it depends
A question i cant quite answer properly. Some days, better days, being the days I felt less pain I believe things will eventually fall in to places and in the end i too will get my happy ending like those characters in these books I keep reading. I also believe that people like me are worth happiness in the end. On other days when things go down I remind myself what a big fool I was to think I'll get better and how I might even end up in a mental asylum in my mid 20s.
So yeah it depends
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
I love small flaws stuck to beautiful faces, such as the effects of circles under the eyes, or a scar on the forehead of a beautiful girl, I love these simple things that break the ideal of beauty and make it more beautiful because it looks like the signature that distinguishes a beautiful original painting from other paintings, I love this imperfection that defies perfection uniqueness and charisma.
Forwarded from Messy Minds (ናተይ)
Sometimes, your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.
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Forwarded from Bleh
Thinking how i should make others happy that i forgot my own happiness
Forwarded from Free talk🤓🙃
cracks between you and me(in my side)
In my side, there is naked bars and parking lot's
There is also air so tin, that could be breath in softly but yet it falt heavy in the inside
There is sky to dark,that will make you wonder if you love the darkness more than your loved once
My side on Sunday
On Sunday, we have a ceremony of visiting the grave yard of dead relationships
Shattered hearts holding black flowers
I think it's because most came to tragic conclusion that love is not enough or good reason to stay together
Or most have been torn apart to many times that the lines do not fit anymore
Or most become to fragile to believe in love or second chance
Or, or you had to kiss a fool and some how you let the kiss to fool you
Or you meet people that are the most successful lier's
My side on Saturday,
Every Saturday there is an event held at the East side, with the title of "the art of slipping away from loved once"
You would walk-in, but your pride will be the Rob that tie's you up and you will fall on your self seem
Every Saturday, you would buy more hate, more disgrace with cheeper price and if you lucky even for free
Every Saturday, you would buy dead flowers to represent your soul
Every Saturday, you would buy sleeping pills, to avoid the day light
And from Friday to Monday after midnight,
There is a game where your memories play tag with your soul
Sometimes they play during the day and anxiety tie's you to bed
Your body and your mind become a broken Maze
There will be no way out so you slip in to the darkness slowly then you become the darkness itself.
My side, there is only grave yard of broken heart and dark souls.
@freetalkk
In my side, there is naked bars and parking lot's
There is also air so tin, that could be breath in softly but yet it falt heavy in the inside
There is sky to dark,that will make you wonder if you love the darkness more than your loved once
My side on Sunday
On Sunday, we have a ceremony of visiting the grave yard of dead relationships
Shattered hearts holding black flowers
I think it's because most came to tragic conclusion that love is not enough or good reason to stay together
Or most have been torn apart to many times that the lines do not fit anymore
Or most become to fragile to believe in love or second chance
Or, or you had to kiss a fool and some how you let the kiss to fool you
Or you meet people that are the most successful lier's
My side on Saturday,
Every Saturday there is an event held at the East side, with the title of "the art of slipping away from loved once"
You would walk-in, but your pride will be the Rob that tie's you up and you will fall on your self seem
Every Saturday, you would buy more hate, more disgrace with cheeper price and if you lucky even for free
Every Saturday, you would buy dead flowers to represent your soul
Every Saturday, you would buy sleeping pills, to avoid the day light
And from Friday to Monday after midnight,
There is a game where your memories play tag with your soul
Sometimes they play during the day and anxiety tie's you to bed
Your body and your mind become a broken Maze
There will be no way out so you slip in to the darkness slowly then you become the darkness itself.
My side, there is only grave yard of broken heart and dark souls.
@freetalkk
Forwarded from Beneath the facades
'Some days I’m Van Gogh’s Starry Night other days I’m his suicide letter'
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