“I watch him sitting beside me, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to your love.”

Love can do that!!!!!

I dont think anything changed....I dont think anything ever changed from the way it usually was...it was just that for a time like some other times I felt so shallow...so deep with just a hole....so vague...and just...something just haunted me ....something frightened me cause I was so scared of being unloved... left alone...some amazingly awful creature...so pretentious...and I just couldn't do it anymore...I couldn't go on...It took so much of me to wake up and join with people cause I became too aware of the fact that I was fake.i couldn't know what being real looks like in such a fake world????maybe I am real being constantly told by a fake world that I am no different...or maybe everyone is real and I am just fake ...i just saw this people that surrounded me being cared for and being real and being loved for it when my total existence became so dull and fake..and I couldn't find anything that I could like about me...everyone didn't ask for the love they were given..or for the care they get...and they continuously got this overflowing love when I question everything that I was given as a due I had to pay...like a debt being pilled....and I just lost ...I lost cause I didnt have any word to say or any thing to offer or any good memory to remember...or any affirmation of pure love from anyone and suddenly I doubted everything and all that there is...and finally i doubted God about me...why I am such a mess...and If i am ever going to measure up....
-Yeab T🥀-

- who are you ?
We are the moody, doomed to misunderstanding, always accused of arrogance, because we are silent, we who do not resort to anyone when we feel sad and self-medicate. We are the morning lovers of the evening
We choose half of the light and dimming. We who thought that when we drown; We will die .. we drowned in art ... and because of this drowning: we survived. We get more mature with pain, not with the passage of time. We do not arrange the places of people in our hearts, their actions take over.
Glory be to us, we are the ones whose resurrection is based within us, and only calmness and balance is shown on our features.

Even the ugliest places can be beautiful as longest as you take the time to look.
It's okay to get lost you find as longest as your way back.

#AllTheBrightPlaces

It has to be!

Love yourself a bit more for me and take care of yourselves🖤

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.

“I want him to show me scars I never knew I had. But I don’t want him to make them go away, I want him to hold my hand while I nurse them myself. And I want him to cherish the bruises they leave behind. I want a guy to show me myself. I want him to love me so deeply, I’m not afraid to show him how ugly I can be."

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.

“People are starving for love, not knowing their heart is a magical kitchen. Open your heart. Open your magical kitchen and refuse to walk around the world begging for love. In your heart is all the love you need. Your heart can create any amount of love, not just for yourself, but for the whole world.”
— Don Miguel Ruiz

Have a mind that is open to everything, and attached to nothing.

I spend half the morning thinking about your phone call, and when we were up all night talking. How I felt the effect of your words on my heart. I lie in bed and I think of you. I know you come with baggage, but so do I. I know you’re scared because of how others treated you. But as the sun rises and sets, I’m falling in love with all the things you do.

It’s easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams… that is being naked.

I even wish I could wipe the story out of my mind entirely. But of course, you never can. Why is it that you can’t forget what you really want to forget?