Forwarded from 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 (Rouaa Jumaa)
I learned that constantly being the giver in the friendship or relationship actually comes from a deep subconscious sense of worthlessness, you’re trying to add value and worth to yourself by constantly giving so that they’d wanna stay with you.
Forwarded from 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 (🦋)
I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you,I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.
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Wholesome af
Can't lie woman made me move ecstatically🖤
Can't lie woman made me move ecstatically🖤
Forwarded from UKIYO (Blue)
My body still remembers the quiet aching of these wounds, too deep and wide for stitches and shaky hands. And so, I never learned to unpack my grief. It still is in a suitcase with November dusks and dreary summers, shut in secret library walls. I never learned to unpack my grief because I'm terrified that when I do, it'll be way too messy to place it back where it belongs.
So In the gloomy silence of the house, when I hear my father’s words tear the air like thunder splitting my already lacerated heart.
“you think you’re just another poet,” he says
“but all you do is write late night poems
about smoking ten cigarettes in one sitting,
and climbing closed gates at 1 am
and other bad ideas —
bad ideas
like him.”
And I stare blankly and nod and take it all because, darling, I never learned to unpack my grief.
So In the gloomy silence of the house, when I hear my father’s words tear the air like thunder splitting my already lacerated heart.
“you think you’re just another poet,” he says
“but all you do is write late night poems
about smoking ten cigarettes in one sitting,
and climbing closed gates at 1 am
and other bad ideas —
bad ideas
like him.”
And I stare blankly and nod and take it all because, darling, I never learned to unpack my grief.
Forwarded from Rants of a poet wannabe
I know you feel that sometimes your love drives people away because it is too intense. But don't ever stop being true to your fucking self, no matter how suffocating emotions can sometimes be. Keep telling people the things you love about them, and if that drives them away, they don't deserve you. Let the people you love know that they brighten your day. It's not too late. Maybe we don't have the power to heal people but everyday, we can make it hurt less. Everyone is a fucking ray of sunshine, whether they believe it or not. So smile at strangers. Compliment them. Tell your friends you're happy to have them. Hug someone who looks tired. Don't fucking hesitate when you want to give affection. Love openly. Life will be so fucking beautiful then.
I just know this feeling so well
.......that sense of
...............that sense of
.......that sense of
...............that sense of
abandonment.Forwarded from theAsexualSlut™ (theAsexualSlut♡)
I just want to share all my favorite enthusiasms and excitements with my favorite people but they have their own interests that are in no way even related to mine and it's so lonely because why am I having these perfect moments on my own? Are there not people who have the same interests as I do and whose aura is comfortable enough for me to be myself comfortably and whose bodies I can actually touch? Because at this point it's like the people i can perfectly merge with are at long distances when physical touch is my love language😂it sucks man but whatever because life is meaningless😌
Forwarded from ኞኞ's Special 🎩
Until good day come and we are all "Together as One"