‍How many miracles do I need to heal this heart? To calm this anxiety? To alleviate this brutality that continues to spread?

How many,huh?💔

Too many

A wrong night to break my heart like that

My heart knows life isn't that fortunate.

I hate it when I can't hold in my loneliness,what do normal people do when they get this lonely.

Someday, we will be able to laugh about it. All those moments when things felt like they were spinning wildly out of control, crashing down to the ground, and thinking you could never start again. Life throws some crazy stuff at you, and sometimes it hurts. But one day, whether that is tomorrow or three years from now, you can hope it becomes nothing more than a funny story.

You pour your entire being into something and then you’re told to just pick up and move on. It didn’t seem fair. It never does. The worst part is that it never gets easier. But when it’s hard to move on, at least you know that you got to feel it all. You created memories. You were a part of something meaningful. You loved it and it loved you back. Eventually, you learn to take it as it is and let it go.

its all pain and happiness. its all boredom and ecstasy.

High-school life gets even more unbearable for Nadine when her best friend, Krista, starts dating her older brother in....

🎬The Edge Of Seventeen 2016

Starring🎭: Hailee Steinfeld, Woody Harrelson, Haley Lu Richardson, Blake Jenner & Kyra Sedgwick

IMDB ⭐️7.3
Rotten Tomatoes 🍅94

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Nothing feeds on your soul like the guilt of not ceasing past moments while they happened. I think the grief of my soul mostly came from the grief of not having lived my past life. Not having been present in my body while life was happening to me. All the love I have never felt even though I doubt there was any. All the cuts I have endured without crying or shedding a tear. My mother's touch I have taken for granted. My father's smile I wish I had stared longer at. Questions I tried to not let devour me. The hurt I shadowed wondering if my pain had epic enough reason for others, questioning my own bloody hands and the torture my stomach felt as it suffers the judgments I put on it,whispering to it "are you real?" "Is this real?" Only causing my heart suffer day in day out. I still ask myself "Have those days passed?" And I can't shrug off that huge NO. but still I mourn. Every pain like a new freshly cut wound. But it still doesnt make up for the longing I feel in my heart as it fights to feel what it couldn't in the past.
-Yeab T🌬

For once I want to be nurtured and cared for. Without asking. Without showing that I am in a real need of it. Without having to give something in return. Without writing this words of LOVE-craving. Without telling you that it might kill me someday. One day. Soon. Without me shedding a tear for you so that you see my heart break and witness its pieces. Without you making me tear my clothes and show you the abandonment and neglect it grew up with. I am, my love, tired. I can't even raise a finger to show you I am in need of some sort of affection. It is killing me. I am a living moving corpse. For once I want you to see that I am.

-Yeab T🌬