Forwarded from Budapest dreams
Life for the most part is weird and complicated and filled with anxiety and doubt and suffering and worry and heartbreak and boredom and pain, so much pain. But sometimes it’s also you girlfriend bringing you flower when you’re sad and Oreos when you’re sick. Going on long drives with your parents and your dad randomly telling you you’re the most beautiful person on earth, your mom buying you pizza and telling you she’ll believe everything you tell her right after picking you up from jail. And your mean ass brother telling your tutor your preferred name when you were to shy to do so. A random stranger knowing just the right thing to say when you were having a panic attack that one time on a crowded train. Your cat poking your face to make sure you’re okay when you fake die cause he was ignoring your request for cuddles. And going to sick concert with your friends and getting high, lying on the grass in the middle of the night.
Forwarded from Spires and Gargoyles
"I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again"
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub
I can speak of
suffocating clouds,
of the language whose corpse lies in your heart,
of roads that do not belong to them,
of streets that cross you with all their drunkenness
while you wait for life,
of eyes that look at you and not of you,
of laughter that will later remind you to cry,
I can speak of the autism you feel,
of loneliness and identity,
of the non-belonging you get drunk in vain,
of the hopeless awakening,
the love of solitude,
the love of fantasy games,
the love of the beast under the bed,
the hate of the mirror,
and the hate of everyone who speaks,
I can speak about the futility of metaphors,
about your need for cold,
about your desire to be happy
and to escape to the last point of the long train,
about your frozen lips, I can speak,
but all this will be absorbed by gloom
as it absorbed you slowly until transparency to weep, sadly..
With an amazing, idea to light up a sad heart.
suffocating clouds,
of the language whose corpse lies in your heart,
of roads that do not belong to them,
of streets that cross you with all their drunkenness
while you wait for life,
of eyes that look at you and not of you,
of laughter that will later remind you to cry,
I can speak of the autism you feel,
of loneliness and identity,
of the non-belonging you get drunk in vain,
of the hopeless awakening,
the love of solitude,
the love of fantasy games,
the love of the beast under the bed,
the hate of the mirror,
and the hate of everyone who speaks,
I can speak about the futility of metaphors,
about your need for cold,
about your desire to be happy
and to escape to the last point of the long train,
about your frozen lips, I can speak,
but all this will be absorbed by gloom
as it absorbed you slowly until transparency to weep, sadly..
With an amazing, idea to light up a sad heart.
Forwarded from Abditory🖤 (Venice)
Do you wanna know the part that's based on you?.......THE PART WHERE SHE LOATHES HERSELF SO MUCH
BECAUSE OF ALL THE GUILT AND THE SHAME THAT SHE CAN'T LET THE GOOD IN.....HER INABILITY TO FATHOM THAT THERE IS SOMEONE ON THIS PLANET THAT JUST LOVES HER DESPITE HER NOT LOVING HERSELF. That's you. That's the part that isn't fiction.🖤🖤🖤
BECAUSE OF ALL THE GUILT AND THE SHAME THAT SHE CAN'T LET THE GOOD IN.....HER INABILITY TO FATHOM THAT THERE IS SOMEONE ON THIS PLANET THAT JUST LOVES HER DESPITE HER NOT LOVING HERSELF. That's you. That's the part that isn't fiction.🖤🖤🖤
Debbie's Lens
The sun is back and burning...
There might be a rumor going around that I am obsessed with this girl and her works and all I can say is
Believe whatever they say
Believe whatever they say
Forwarded from Lost·In·Pieces
"There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship."
-Franz Kafka
-Franz Kafka
Forwarded from Hakim
"Our patients have stories. Thank you, Dr. Yonas Lakew for reminding us we, as health professionals, are part of their stories. Our patients are much bigger than the science and art of medicine. An insightful book🙏" - Dr. Feven Moges
@HakimEthio
@HakimEthio