Abditory๐Ÿ–ค
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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.๐Ÿฅ€
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itโ€™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, whatโ€™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.
๐Ÿ–ค
Forwarded from Ridinโ€™
"My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears.
You are my home, do you not understand?"
All the things we could never change ๐Ÿ’”
แˆแŠ• แ‹ซแˆ…แˆ แˆแŒฅแŠœ แ‰ฅแˆฎแŒฅ แŠจแ‹šแˆ… แ‹จแ‹แˆตแŒฅ แŒจแˆˆแˆ› แˆ›แˆแˆˆแŒฅ แŠฅแ‰ฝแˆ‹แˆˆแˆ? แ‹จแˆฐแˆ›แ‹ญ แŒŒแ‰ณ แˆแŠ• แ‹ญแˆˆแŠ แ‹ญแˆ†แŠ•?๐Ÿ’”
Forwarded from Resandรก
miranda july/ lorde/ x/ nayyirah waheed/ melissa broder/ mark manson
แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ณแ‰ตแˆแˆชแŠ แ‰ฅแ‹ฌแˆฝ แАแ‰ แˆญ!

แ‹จแŠ“แแ‰†แ‰ด แŠฅแˆชแ‰ณแฃ แ‹จแ‹แ‹ดแ‰ณแ‹ฌ แˆณแŒ แ‰ แŠ แˆแˆณแˆˆ-แАแŒŽแ‹ตแŒ“แ‹ต แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐ แŒˆแ‹ฐแˆ แˆ›แˆšแ‰ถ แ‰ แˆ›แˆตแ‰ฐแŒ‹แ‰ฃแ‰ฑ แŠฅแ‹ซแŠ•แŒŽแ‹ฐแŒŽแ‹ฐ แ‹ˆแ‹ฐแ‰€แ‹ฌแˆฝ แˆ˜แŒฃแˆ แˆ˜แŒฃแˆ แˆฒแˆ... แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ณแ‰ตแˆแˆช!

แ‰ แ‰ฅแ‰ธแŠแАแ‰ต แ‰ แˆจแˆ€ แŠจแŠ แ‹ญแŠ” แ‹จแˆแˆˆแ‰€แ‹ แŠฅแˆแ‰ฃ แ‰ แˆ€แˆฉแˆฉ แŒ‰แˆแ‰ แ‰ต แˆฝแ‰…แ‰ฅ แ‰ฐแŠ•แŠ– แ‹ถแ แ‹ซแ‹˜แˆˆ แŒฅแ‰แˆญ แ‹ฐแˆ˜แŠ“ แˆ†แŠ– แ‰ แˆ†แ‹ฑ แ‹จแ‰‹แŒ แˆจแ‹แŠ• แˆ˜แŠ แ‰ต แˆŠแ‹˜แˆจแŒแ แˆฐแˆ›แ‹ฉแŠ• แŠฅแ‹จแ‰งแŒ แŒ  แ‹ˆแ‹ฐ แˆ˜แŠ•แ‹ฐแˆญแˆฝ แ‰ขแˆ˜แŒฃ... แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ณแ‰ตแˆแˆช!

แ‹จแˆŒแŒฃแАแ‰ต แˆฐแ‰€แ‰€แŠ• แŠจแˆแ‰ค แŠฅแ‹จแŒˆแ‹แ‹ แ‰ แŠ แแŠ•แŒซแ‹ฌ แ‹จแˆšแ‰ฆแˆแ‰€'แ‹ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹แˆŽแ‰ณแˆ แ‰ตแŠ•แ‹แˆผ แˆ€แŒˆแˆญ แˆแ‹ตแˆฉแŠ• แŠฅแ‹ซแˆ˜แˆฐแฃ แ‰ แ‰ฐแŠ•แ‰€แˆแ‰ƒแ‹ญ แŠ แ‹แˆŽ แ‰ฐแˆ˜แˆตแˆŽแฃ แŠจแˆ˜แŠ•แŒˆแ‹ฑ แ‹ซแŒˆแŠ˜แ‹แŠ• แŠฅแ‹จแŒˆแАแŒ แˆˆแŠ“ แŠฅแ‹จแ‹˜แАแŒ แˆˆ แ‹ˆแ‹ฐ แˆฐแˆแˆญแˆฝ แ‰ขแˆ˜แŒฃ แŠ แŠ•แ‰บแŠ• แˆฒแ‹ซแŒˆแŠ แ‹ญแŒˆ'แˆซแˆแŠ“ แŠ แ‰ตแแˆช!

แแ‰…แˆญ แŠซแˆแ‹˜แ‹˜แ‹ แŠ แ‹ญแŠ” แ‹จแˆšแˆจแŒจแ‹ แ‰ฆแ‹›แ‹› แŒจแˆจแˆญ แˆฐแˆ›แ‹ฉแŠ• แŠซแˆแˆฐแАแŒ แ‰…แŠฉ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐแˆšแˆ แˆ€แ‹ซแˆ แˆ˜แ‰ฅแˆจแ‰… แ‹จแ‰ฅแˆแŒญแ‰ณแ‹แŠ• แˆตแˆ แŒฆแˆญ แˆฐแ‰ แ‰… แˆ˜แˆˆแˆต แŠฅแ‹ซแˆจแŒˆ แ‰ขแ‹ซแ‰…แˆซแˆซแˆ... แŠ แ‰ตแแˆช!

แŠ แ‰ตแแˆชแŠ แ‰ฅแ‹ฌแˆฝ แАแ‰ แˆญแข

แŠฅแ‹แАแ‰ต แАแ‹ แŠ แˆแˆแˆซแˆฝแŠแˆ - แŒแŠ• แŠจแ‰แ‰ฅ แŠ แˆแ‰†แŒ แˆญแˆฝแŠแˆแˆ!

แ‹แŠ“แ‰ก แŠฅแŠ”...
แ‹จแŠซแŠแ‹ซ แŠญแŠ•แ‹ดแŠ• แŠจแ‰ตแŠจแˆปแˆฝ แˆ‹แ‹แˆ แ‰ แ‹แŒแ‰ณ แˆตแˆ˜แŒฃ แŠจแŠฅแˆแแŠแˆฝ แ‰ตแŠจแ‰ตแˆšแ‹ซแˆˆแˆฝแฃ แ‰ แŠ“แแ‰†แ‰ต แŠ“แ‹แ‹ค แŒฃแˆชแ‹ซแˆฝแŠ• แˆณแŠ•แŠณแŠณ แ‹ฐแŒ… แŒฅแŠ“แ‰ดแŠ• แŠจแŠฅแˆนแˆฉแˆฉ แ‰†แŒฅแˆจแˆฝ แ‰ แŠฅแŠ•แ‰…แˆแแˆฝ แ‰ฐแ‹ฐแ‰ฅแ‰€แˆฝ แ‰ณแˆ˜แˆแŒชแŠ›แˆˆแˆฝแค แŒฃแ‰ถแ‰ผแŠ• แ‰ แ€แŒ‰แˆฎแ‰ฝแˆฝ แˆ˜แˆ€แˆ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ณแˆ‹แˆญแˆ˜แˆฐแˆแˆต แ‰ แ…แˆแˆ˜แ‰ณแˆ แŒฅแ‰แˆญ แ‹ฃแŠ•แŒฅแˆ‹ แˆซแˆตแˆฝแŠ• แŠจแŠฅแŠ” แ‰ตแŠจแˆแ‹ซแˆˆแˆฝแฃ แ‹จแแ‰…แˆญ แˆแŠญแแ‰ต แ‰แŒฃแ‹ฌ แŠ แŠ•แ‹ตแ‹ถแ‰ต แ‰ แˆจแ‹ถ แˆˆแ‰ฅแˆผ แ‰ แˆจแ‹ถ แŒŽแˆญแˆผ แ‰ แ‹ถแ แˆแ‰€แŒฃแˆฝ แˆตแˆ˜แŒฃ แŠจแ‰ฅแˆจแ‰ต แˆˆแ‰ แˆฑ แ‰ณแ‹›แˆฝ แŒˆแ‰ฅแ‰ฐแˆฝ แ‰ณแˆ˜แˆแŒญแŠ›แˆˆแˆฝแฃ แŠจแ€แˆ€แ‹ญ แ‰ฐแ‹ณแ‰ฅแ‹ฌ แˆแŒŽแ‰ แŠแˆฝ แˆตแˆ˜แŒฃ แŠจแŠฅแŠ” แ‹ญแˆแ‰… แ‹จแ€แˆแ‹ญแ‰ฑ แˆ˜แ‹ตแˆ˜แ‰… แŠฅแŠ“ แ‹จแŒ…แ‰ขแ‰ฑ แˆ˜แ‹แˆˆแ‹ต แ‹ญแ‹ฐแŠ•แ‰…แˆปแˆแฃ แ‰ แŠฅแŠ” แŠจแˆ˜แˆจแˆตแˆจแˆต แ‹ญแˆแ‰… แˆ˜แ‹ˆแ‹˜แ‰‚แ‹ซ แˆ‹แ‹ญ แ‰ฃแˆˆ แŠฅแแŠ แแˆ แˆ˜แ‹ˆ'แ‰ แ‰… แ‹ญแ‰€แŠ“แˆปแˆแข

แŠฅแˆญแŒแŒฅ แАแ‹...
แ‹ฐแˆ˜แŠ“แ‹ แ‰ แˆ†แ‹ฑ แ‹จแ‰‹แŒ แˆจแ‹แŠ• แ‹˜แˆญแŒแŽ แŠฆแŠ“ แ‹ญแ‰€แˆซแˆแฃ แˆ˜แ‰ฅแˆจแ‰แˆ แ‹แŠ•แ‰ต แŠ แ‹ญแ‰ฃแˆญแ‰…แˆแฃ แАแŒŽแ‹ตแŒ“แ‹ฑแˆ แ‰ แแแˆ แŠ แˆญแˆแˆž แ‹ญแ‰ฐแŠซแˆ! แ‹ซแŠ” แŠฅแŠ”แˆ แŠ แˆแ‹แˆˆแˆ - แŠ แˆˆแˆ˜แŠ–แˆญแŠ• แŠฅแˆ†แŠ“แˆˆแˆ - แ‰ แˆแ‰ฅแˆฝ แ‹ซแˆˆแˆ˜แ‰ณแˆฐแ‰ขแ‹ซ แŠฅแ‰€แˆซแˆˆแˆ - แ‰ตแˆจแˆบแŠ›แˆˆแˆฝ (แˆˆแАแŒˆแˆฉ แ‰€แ‹ตแˆžแ‹แŠ‘แˆต แˆ˜แ‰ผ แŠ แˆตแ‰ณแ‹แˆฐแˆบแŠ•) - แŠ แ‰ฃแˆซแˆˆแˆ!

แ‹ซแŠ”...
แŠฅแŠ” แ‰ แ‰ฅแˆญแ‹ด แ‹ซแ‰†แˆจแˆแ‹ตแŠฉแ‰ตแŠ• แŒˆแˆ‹แˆฝแŠ• แ‰ แˆ™แ‰… แ‹จแŒจแˆจแˆญ แˆ˜แ‹ณแ‹แ‰ธแ‹ แˆŠแ‹ณแ‰ฅแˆฑแˆแˆฝแฃ แ‰ แŠฅแˆแ‰ฃแ‹ฌ แ‹ซแŒจแ‰€แ‹จแˆแ‰ตแŠ• แˆ˜แŠ•แŒˆแ‹ตแˆฝแŠ• แˆŠแ‹ซแ‹ฐแˆญแ‰ แŠ แ‹•แˆ‹แ แ€แˆแ‹ซแ‰ต แ‹ญแ‹ˆแŒกแˆแˆปแˆ ~ แ‰ณแ‹ตแˆˆแˆปแˆ!

แŠฅแАแˆฑแˆ แ‰ณแ‹ตแˆˆแ‹‹แˆ!
แ€แˆแ‹ญแŠ• แŠจแˆ˜แˆ†แŠ• แ‰ แˆ‹แ‹ญ แˆแŠ• แˆ˜แ‰ณแ‹ฐแˆ แŠ แˆˆ! แˆ›แˆˆแ‹ณ แ‹จแˆ˜แˆตแŠฎแ‰ตแˆฝ แˆ˜แ‹˜แŒ‹แ‰ต แˆณแ‹ซแŒแ‹ณแ‰ธแ‹ แŠ แˆแŒ‹แˆฝ แˆ‹แ‹ญ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ณแˆˆแˆฝ แ‰ แ€แ‹ณแˆ‹แ‰ธแ‹ แŒˆแˆ‹แˆฝแŠ• แ‹ญแ‹ณแ‰ฅแˆณแˆ‰แฃ แŒ แˆจแŠ•แˆฝแŠ• แ‹ญแˆแŒ‹แˆ‰แข

แ‹ญแ‰ฅแˆ‹แŠ แˆˆแ‹แŠ“แ‰ก แˆˆแŠ”!
แˆ˜แˆตแŠฎแ‰ตแˆฝแŠ• แ‰ณแŠญแŠฌ แˆ˜แˆตแ‰ณแ‹ˆแ‰ฑแŠ• แ‰ แ‰ตแŠ•แ‹แˆผ แŠฅแ‹ซแ‹ฐแˆ˜แŠ•แŠฉแ‰ต แ‰ แ‹˜แˆˆแŒแˆ‹แŒ‹ แแŠ–แ‰ต แ‰แˆแ‰แˆ แˆˆแˆแˆแ‹˜แŒˆแ‹˜แŒแฃ แŠจแˆ›แŒ€แ‰ตแˆฝ แˆ˜แ‹แˆˆแ‰…แŠ• แˆˆแ‰ฐแАแˆแŒแˆ แค แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐ แ‰ฅแˆญแˆ€แŠ• แ‹แŠ“ แ‰ แˆฝแŠ•แ‰แˆญ แŠ แˆแŒ แŠจแŒˆแˆ‹แˆฝ แˆ›แˆจแ แˆˆแ‰ฐแŠจแˆˆแŠจแˆแŠฉ แ‹ญแ‰ฅแˆ‹แŠแˆแŠ แˆˆแŠฅแŠ” แˆˆแ‹แŠ“แ‰ก!

แ‹ญแ‰ฅแˆ‹แŠ แˆˆแŠ”...
แŠญแˆจแˆแ‰ต แŒ แ‰ฅแ‰„ แŠ แŠ•แ‰บ แŒ‹แˆญ แˆˆแˆแˆ˜แŒฃแ‹ ~
แ€แˆแ‹ญ แˆ˜แˆ†แŠ•แŠ• แˆฝแ‰ผ แ‰ แ‹แŠ“แ‰ฅแАแ‰ต แˆˆแˆแ‰€แŒฃแ‹ ~
แแ‰…แˆญแˆฝ แŠฅแ‹ซแŠ•แŠจแ‰ แŠจแ‰  แŠจแ‹ฐแŒ…แˆฝ แˆˆแˆšแ‹ถแˆˆแŠ ~
แ‰ แˆแ‹ˆแ‹ตแˆฝ แ‰ฃแŠ•แ‰บ แˆ˜แˆแˆˆแŒแŠ• แˆ‹แˆ‹แ‹ฐแˆˆแŠ ~
แแ‰…แˆญแˆฝ แŠ แˆ‹แŠ–แˆจแŠ แ‹ˆแ‹ญ แ‰ฝแˆŽ แŠ แˆแŒˆแ‹ฐแˆˆแŠ!

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Something for Saturday ๐Ÿ–ค
Forwarded from apparently iโ€™m still alive (mike)
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apparently iโ€™m still alive
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My next purchase calling out my name
Forwarded from Spires and Gargoyles
What if a writer loved you

You'll be a sanctuary, a temple
The papers are refuge when you're at risk
You'll realize your smallest details you never noticed
Your faults will be poems about virtues
You'll be written and narrated as a story of this universe
You'll be a million things that,
it'll make you forget your own face
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeybโ˜๏ธ)
It is possible to distinguish the broken person from the way he drinks coffee, from the way he follows passersby. You might guess the shape of the artery that they carried from his wrist to his heart. Or glimpse the gloss of nails they imported for the knee, to keep him standing.

The person who scattered before usually turns around him, and you see in his eyes that he is tightly closed, and if he turns around as if he is looking for a part that is still missing from him. It may seem to turn very slow, because they glued it with glue to fill a gap between two members.

A person who has been torn apart is nothing but himself, like sealed labels ripped from envelope covers. Ended with stamp collectors.
Forwarded from Ebne_Hakim (Ebne Hakim)
Amen to the pain and Amen to the pleasure
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeybโ˜๏ธ)
I have learned that sometimes surrendering to grief is braver than resisting it. Some sorrows did not come to fight us, but rather to sit around our wounds before fate. Maybe a step back will help you take a thousand steps forward.
I love you so much to lose you again๐Ÿ’”
"silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence.
It was my own silence"
โ€”Sylvia Plath
Abditory๐Ÿ–ค pinned ยซ"silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence" โ€”Sylvia Plathยป
Forwarded from Twisted (Harriet)
I had spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of skin, so i wouldnt drip with blood every time I brushed up against something