Forwarded from በመንገዴ (Venice Bitch)
Years from now maybe I will forget all this horrible times but I would reach to grab a coat and there they are, My masterpieces just lying in my wrists,untouched. It will be like no time has passed and it will drive me back to this nightmare.
-Yeab T🎨-
-Yeab T🎨-
“every now and then, I find myself staring at your pictures and think about all the things I fell in love with — your pretty eyes and your beautiful nose. I think of the mark between your fingers and the touch of your hand. It’s been a long time since you decided to walk away but I still remember you once said that my hand fit perfectly in yours and you’d never let go of it. That’s what you wanted, at least my heart believed you did. I know I should forget you — I must forget you and fall out of love but it’s not easy. I mean, if I could, I would but I still hear those promises you made and the words you whispered in my ear. I know, you no longer love me like you said you loved me but I hope you know I loved you when I said I did and your absence never made a difference to it. But you will never know."
Forwarded from በመንገዴ (Venice Bitch)
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Missing home is a pain I have always felt ever since I was a child I still feel it deeply.....my heart still hurts and aches💔
Forwarded from 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
"I felt very still and very empty,
the way the eye of a tornado must feel,
moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
—Sylvia Plath
the way the eye of a tornado must feel,
moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
—Sylvia Plath