"Everybody has a home team: It's the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It's the people who, near or far, know everything that's wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they're at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry, these are your people

You know, ever since we were little, I would get this feeling like... Like I'm floating outside of my body, looking down at myself... And I hate what I see... How I'm acting, the way I sound. And I don't know how to change it. And I'm so scared... That the feeling is never gonna go away.
The Edge Of Seventeen.

Where have I been?
Where have I been that my body so smells of the night?

In loveeeee🖤🖤🖤

"just what you want to be, you will be in the end"

Imagine a room, a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can't go through with it, I just don't want to die anymore.

She was the beautiful dream I have been searching for.
Th one to wake me.
-A

I found something I think it's the first thing i ever wrote👇

What do they call it...Yup a silence sp loud that it deafened a deaf man. That silence. It was all about the thoughts and nothing else. It was like we shouted for too long. Its like we loved our demons more than each other. It's like the drops of salty tears felt our caress than eachother. This story is about us. The wanderers. The quiet ones. The dropouts. The haunted ones. The addicts. The trouble makers. The thantophobic. The atelophobics. The messed up ones. The silence rockstars.
-Yeab T🤍-

Let me bless y'all ears🖤🖤🖤

The question was: How do you want to be remembered?

Have I?

I was afraid of the darkness following me...I begged God to get me out of that hole.
-From my journal

My relationship with God is unique. It's not your usual father daughter relationship. We have our days. Some days are like those beautiful days you have out in the garden when the sky I clear and you fel the sun shining on you. You hear the birds chirping and you look inside yourself and there is peace...but that's somedays. Other days everything is in chaos. The sky will be grieving washing the soil away with its tears. The birds are silent as if they also know the pain around and you look inside yourself and your soul is in grief for the lost pieces of its past or the future it is yet conquer...feeling jaded of it all. And in the midst of it all you feel like there is no God looking for his creatures and you don't wanna fight anymore. Most days that leads to rage that makes me wanna tear down his entire kingdom to pieces because everything doesn't seem fair. Other days thre is only silence. In those days it becomes hard to breath let alone call on the lord's name for a saviour. We all have our own relationship with him. And maybe you will connect to this words that I am writing. Here is where the beauty lies. In all that chaos and the silence I can't suffocate with tears , In the happiness and the times of hope I feel God holding me where noone else can,putting together all my broken pieces,wiping the tears off my bruised cheeks and I feel his presence. When the world turns it's back on me he is there in the places of the ones I love when I can't explain the reasons to why I am the way I am. He is there in the places of the friends I have lost and never found. I know in my heart he cries for the scars left on my body and for the pain I make myself go through. I used to pray for patience and expect patience. I used to pray for real freinds and ache when I lost the ones I thought I had. I used to pray that he brings the ones I love together and ache in anger for what we had to go through when all along he was teaching me things. When I should have understood more than my pain. I should have learnt that he was testing my patience,creating space for real people who truly love me to enter my life and giving me the opportunity to come closer. I am learning it all. I am understanding beyond my misery. I am loving my saviour. I am holding his love in the spaces of my broken heart. This is my testimony. The testimony of the lost sheep. Tomorrow when I wake up maybe all this hope will be gone but I know my father is ready to go through the rough path and bring my dead body back to life all over again. Everyday i will be rebirthed as a new being baptized with his never ending love. He has shown me that's it's ok to fall when I carry too much burden as he carried the cross. This tears falling from my eyes onto this paper are witnesses of my love to him. I will live. I will bleed. I will laugh and cry and ache. I will love. I will open my bible and say out loud, "fear not for I am with you,be not dismayed,for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." And I will believe so.
-Yeab T🖤-

I made peace with my blood that Infact I am unlucky and is destined to be left out of everything worth having.
-Yeab T🖤-