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
Forwarded from 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
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
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
I am always here. Whatever you might feel,whatever pain you are going through I am here to listen . Even when you feel noone understands you or if you feel any weakness in talking about what hurt you,remember the right ear wont make you feel that way. Anytime night or day I will be here to listen. Please feel free to contact me 🖤🖤🖤
@YeabT29
@YeabT29
Forwarded from Wild (buttercup)
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Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
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Forwarded from 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
"silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence.
It was my own silence"
—Sylvia Plath
It was my own silence"
—Sylvia Plath