Forwarded from the invisible core of st. pluto
I am the longing. I am the unscratched surface of my potential. I am the first step waiting to be taken. I am the smirk that won’t wipe off my face, I am the unquenched thirst. I am the desire, I am the patience that is wearing thin. I am the end of the rope. I am the love unspoken for. I am the fear, but I am the courage. I am the uncharted waters. I am the waiting, the waiting, the waiting. I am the glass half full, I am the butterfly effect, I am the arms raised in victory, I am the hands holding my head in defeat. I am the moment of clarity. I am the double take. I am the stare. I am the words I scribble. I am the lips unkissed, the hands not held. I am the lyrics, the employs, I am the honesty, I am the loyalty.
Forwarded from the invisible core of st. pluto
I am the wonder, the beautiful wonder. I am the late night talk. I am the sour and I am the sweet, I am the last blink before sleep. I am the first breath of the morning. I am the goosebumps, I am the sweat. I am the most romantic thing I’ve yet to do. I am the thoughts uncontrollable. I am the raised eyebrow. I am the teardrop tracing the contours of my mistakes I’ve made, and I am the lessons I’ve learned. I am the success. I am the failure. I am the ambition, I am the apartheid. I am the opposite inside me. I am the trembling anticipation. I am the love I take. I am the compassion. I am the underestimation I receive, I am the focus I always lose.
Forwarded from the invisible core of st. pluto
I am the memories. I am the stolen breath and the slipped heartbeat. I am the worry. I am the calm. I am the smile. I am the freedom, I am the dependence. I am the broken heart. I am the misplaced trust. I am the confidence, but I am the insecurity. I am the faith. I am the logical next step. I am the places I’ve seen. I am the perfect guy for someone. I am the first hello with who she will be. I am the first kiss. I am the first fight. I am the shared dreams. I am the beating of my heart. I am the infinite space between today and tomorrow. I am the last straw. I am the confusion. I am the incompatibility. I am the comfortable silence. I am the wink. I am the thought in the back of my mind. I am the first star I wish upon. I am the poetry I write. I am the relief, the sweet relief. I am the shadows across my face. I am the peace. I am the lack. I am the happiness I am surrounded by. I am the man I am becoming. I am the boy I used to be. I am the whole, but I am the pieces. I am the pieces.
—Tyler Knott Gregson
—Tyler Knott Gregson
Forwarded from Lost·In·Pieces (♥︎)
“Go and love someone exactly as they are. then, watch how they transform into the greatest truest version of themselves. when one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.”
Forwarded from Our Side of the Story (Debbie)
Hello there🤍
I hope your day is going good. Let me share something from my day.
So I was on my way home and I couldn't find any taxi, the sun was also playing it's role by being a little too dramatic and burning a hole through my skin. Then I decided to take the bus, I got in and sat next to a man (age close to his late 40s) as I assumed. I'm not comfortable with starting random conversations with strangers cause you know, social anxiety things. But did this man care? No. He just started making simple conversations and I played along easing up bits by bits. Then he started talking about determination, hope and courage. I was like okay? Why are we talking about this. But I figured he was just trying to coach me as a father, I smiled at that and continued listening. When I tell you the wisdom of this man was heavily enthralling🤯.
I don't like interrupting people while they talk so I was just listening to him. My silence didn't seem to bother him he just continued talking and talking and suddenly started asking me questions, I tired answering each of them as honestly as I could. There was a brief moment of silence after my answers and then he told me he lost his child not longer than two months ago with tears simmering in his eyes. Don't you have moments where you literally can't utter two syllables? Yeah I was in that exact same situation. But I didn't want to show that, I swallowed my own tears and continued listening. He told me about how handsome of a man his son was, how humble and so caring. I didn't miss the love shining through his orbs. My heart still aching I continued listening then I found out he lost him to suicide. I honestly don't know how it is even possible to have enough courage to talk about a deeply cut fresh wound. I still said nothing, he was sobbing and shaking so hard I didn't know what to do. I'm not talking about a teenager or someone who has lived life amateurishly but a man with three kids. I waited, he cooled down a bit and proceeded with the story. About how his son got into depression, about the medical treatments and the like. Of all the things he said this struck me so deep " I knew he was sick, I knew he wasn't doing okay but I never thought he'd leave us like that". This was the only moment I saw him hurt because he left him. All along he kept on saying "He had so much to give, the world needed him, he had so much to live for". Yes, I was still listening because I felt like he had so much to drop off his chest and I was the perfect stranger. As his destination was nearing he tried to conclude the point of why he broke down like that, here's what he'd said
"Right before few minutes of his death I was out in a Caffè waiting to meet up with a friend, my friend was late so I took out my phone with the thought of calling my son but I said I'd do it later. I always ask myself if I had called, would something have changed? Would he still be alive? Not calling at that moment will be the greatest regret of my entire life. But I know what was meant to happen has happened and I don't want to get myself in a fight with God asking him why he did what he did. Whether pleasant or not I can't change anything about it. So what I advise you is to fight as much as you can, have faith in God but none other and never give up. I wish I'd told my son this but it is for a reason I met you and I'm passing this message to you."
I thanked him, told him that I'd pray for him and his family.
Like I said I didn't know what to say but it wasn't me who needed ears to listen.
If you came all this way please be patient and read this; I know what living in depression feels like belive me, I know what anxiety and panic attacks are like, I know what over thinking and crying yourself to sleep is like, I know how the voices in your head have the power of deafening you. I'm not saying this to beautify my words but because if you're going through these, I feel for you and I understand. You have so much to give, so much to live for, laughs you haven't laughed yet, tears of joy you haven't shed yet and falling and rising ups
I hope your day is going good. Let me share something from my day.
So I was on my way home and I couldn't find any taxi, the sun was also playing it's role by being a little too dramatic and burning a hole through my skin. Then I decided to take the bus, I got in and sat next to a man (age close to his late 40s) as I assumed. I'm not comfortable with starting random conversations with strangers cause you know, social anxiety things. But did this man care? No. He just started making simple conversations and I played along easing up bits by bits. Then he started talking about determination, hope and courage. I was like okay? Why are we talking about this. But I figured he was just trying to coach me as a father, I smiled at that and continued listening. When I tell you the wisdom of this man was heavily enthralling🤯.
I don't like interrupting people while they talk so I was just listening to him. My silence didn't seem to bother him he just continued talking and talking and suddenly started asking me questions, I tired answering each of them as honestly as I could. There was a brief moment of silence after my answers and then he told me he lost his child not longer than two months ago with tears simmering in his eyes. Don't you have moments where you literally can't utter two syllables? Yeah I was in that exact same situation. But I didn't want to show that, I swallowed my own tears and continued listening. He told me about how handsome of a man his son was, how humble and so caring. I didn't miss the love shining through his orbs. My heart still aching I continued listening then I found out he lost him to suicide. I honestly don't know how it is even possible to have enough courage to talk about a deeply cut fresh wound. I still said nothing, he was sobbing and shaking so hard I didn't know what to do. I'm not talking about a teenager or someone who has lived life amateurishly but a man with three kids. I waited, he cooled down a bit and proceeded with the story. About how his son got into depression, about the medical treatments and the like. Of all the things he said this struck me so deep " I knew he was sick, I knew he wasn't doing okay but I never thought he'd leave us like that". This was the only moment I saw him hurt because he left him. All along he kept on saying "He had so much to give, the world needed him, he had so much to live for". Yes, I was still listening because I felt like he had so much to drop off his chest and I was the perfect stranger. As his destination was nearing he tried to conclude the point of why he broke down like that, here's what he'd said
"Right before few minutes of his death I was out in a Caffè waiting to meet up with a friend, my friend was late so I took out my phone with the thought of calling my son but I said I'd do it later. I always ask myself if I had called, would something have changed? Would he still be alive? Not calling at that moment will be the greatest regret of my entire life. But I know what was meant to happen has happened and I don't want to get myself in a fight with God asking him why he did what he did. Whether pleasant or not I can't change anything about it. So what I advise you is to fight as much as you can, have faith in God but none other and never give up. I wish I'd told my son this but it is for a reason I met you and I'm passing this message to you."
I thanked him, told him that I'd pray for him and his family.
Like I said I didn't know what to say but it wasn't me who needed ears to listen.
If you came all this way please be patient and read this; I know what living in depression feels like belive me, I know what anxiety and panic attacks are like, I know what over thinking and crying yourself to sleep is like, I know how the voices in your head have the power of deafening you. I'm not saying this to beautify my words but because if you're going through these, I feel for you and I understand. You have so much to give, so much to live for, laughs you haven't laughed yet, tears of joy you haven't shed yet and falling and rising ups
Forwarded from Our Side of the Story (Debbie)
-you haven't seen yet.
So please stay, you are loved and treasured.
Sincerely yours
~Debbie💜
So please stay, you are loved and treasured.
Sincerely yours
~Debbie💜
Forwarded from 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚣 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 (Hem👑)
It's funny how some ppl need the term more than the bond
Why is a term so important with no interaction? Why is it being called her boyfriend more satisfactory without being there for her?
without being able to hear what she has to say , without making her feel loved , without accepting her flaws , without making her feel the energy
And what is the need to be called a friend if your presence won't make her forget the sadness ?
if you can't tell her " I got your back" n if you can't make her feel she got someone who she could count on.
I mean what the hell is wrong ? Why does everyone has a bunch of ppl who can't even be there for a day having the need to preseve the name?
We would rather have no one than having someone who is half there or don't wanna be there just with a name
@livin_truth
Why is a term so important with no interaction? Why is it being called her boyfriend more satisfactory without being there for her?
without being able to hear what she has to say , without making her feel loved , without accepting her flaws , without making her feel the energy
And what is the need to be called a friend if your presence won't make her forget the sadness ?
if you can't tell her " I got your back" n if you can't make her feel she got someone who she could count on.
I mean what the hell is wrong ? Why does everyone has a bunch of ppl who can't even be there for a day having the need to preseve the name?
We would rather have no one than having someone who is half there or don't wanna be there just with a name
@livin_truth
I keep on running from facing myself but the moment I get tired and look inside myself all I see is SADNESS.
-Yeab T♥️
-Yeab T♥️
Forwarded from Cigarettes and Lollipops (Neb☁️)
Apparently some people go to bed and just.... sleep??? They don't plot a 7- book epic fantasy series or softly broin in existential dread or replay every mistake they ever made??? And then they wake up [checks notes]
REFRESHED? i just.. it sounds a bit fake.
REFRESHED? i just.. it sounds a bit fake.
Sometimes I wish that I could just fade away cause it's easier to be alone than it is to be constantly be misunderstood by the ones that I love.
Forwarded from • 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 • (raen)