በመንገዴ
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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.🥀
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Forwarded from በመንገዴ (Venice Bitch)
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🎨-
Forwarded from Nowhere
Peaceful life that's all i want
I kiss you with all my soul.
Let me love you like a woman.
Let me hold you like a baby.
“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 Wild (Hubeyb☁️)
"He is happy, the one who sleeps when he sleep."
He is happy the one who smiles when he smiles.
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 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓎𝒹𝒶𝓎. (𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃.)
"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
Are you happy in this modern world?
Or do you need more?
Forwarded from Insurmountable grief
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes, they roar back again.

—Sylvia Plath