Forwarded from αll օբ մs•••
THE VERY THING
I often wonder why we want so much to give others the very thing that we ourselves were denied. The mother working tirelessly to provide her child with an education; the little boy who was bullied in school and is now a Nobel Prize winning advocate for peace. The author who writes happy endings for the characters in her book.
I often wonder why we want so much to give others the very thing that we ourselves were denied. The mother working tirelessly to provide her child with an education; the little boy who was bullied in school and is now a Nobel Prize winning advocate for peace. The author who writes happy endings for the characters in her book.
αll օբ մs•••
THE VERY THING I often wonder why we want so much to give others the very thing that we ourselves were denied. The mother working tirelessly to provide her child with an education; the little boy who was bullied in school and is now a Nobel Prize winning…
We are all trying to have what we never had the chance to.
Forwarded from apparently i’m still alive (mike)
i have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones i fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again.
ውስጤ በሀሳብ ሲመታ፣ስሜትና ፍቅር ቄንጥ ሲሆንበት ከሩቅ ሁኜ አሻግሬ እመለከታለሁ።ልክ ከወደብ ሆኖ ትንሽ ጀልባ ስትራወጥ እንደማየት ነው።አላድናት!ከርቀት በስስት እመለከታታለሁ።መርከበኛው የኔን የሆነን ነገር እንዲወስድ መፍቀድ አልነበረብኝም። በስሜት አልባ ቃላቶች ሸርቦ የሰጠኝን ከንቱ የፍቅር ቃል በመቅረዝ ውስጥ ልከት አይገባኝም ነበር።በ7 አመት እኔነት ውስጥእርስ በራሴ ሹክብዬ ከልብ ልሰማው የሚገቡ ቃላት አሁን ልቤን እንደ ጦር ይወጉኛል።በነፍሴም ይጫወታሉ።ከልቤ ብሆን ምን ነበረበት..............
Photo credit @awirock23 on twitter
Photo credit @awirock23 on twitter
Forwarded from Lost·In·Pieces
Everyone feels fragile and insecure from time to time. I am no exception. During those times when I desperately look to the outside I close my eyes and remind myself it is not outward validation I need but the inner one in me. So I look back and reflect just how far I’ve come, all the pains and obstacles that I have overcome thus far, and I reflect upon how I have been tempered through the burning embers and the cold ice. I feel the memories in me renew my strength once more, for what once was for destruction now has been rendered for the light, for what was once a bleeding wound has now become a garden where flowers bloom.
Forwarded from Midnight madness (ዘ ብሮክን)
Standing here waiting for her in the cold wishing i could listen to her sleep talking through the cracks of her windows but nightmares are privileges only kept close soo private in her sheets so warm but her heart is so loveless....
The one with the hope
The one with the hope
it’s like they always say; this too shall pass. with time everything passes. you see a baby crying, minutes later it laughs. beauty of life is that pain never laughs. we can never change the ways things are by changing our point of view. sometimes we just gotta wait until the storm passes through. but for some people, time takes too long. once the damage is done, what’s the point of it passing? the memories, the trauma will always be here. the scars never fade. they will stay deep in you, imbedded between your joints, deep rooted in your heart, always making your stomach drop and sending chills up your spine. the trauma will flow through your body like blood in your veins. it will always be with you.
Forwarded from Ridin’
"My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears.
You are my home, do you not understand?"
You are my home, do you not understand?"