Most days I didn't think I was deserving of love. But in the fragments of seconds in one of my days I will feel this sudden feeling of worthiness despite everything I hate about myself. Like love should have found me by now.indulge itself in me. Nurture and take care of me. Find a home in me. Eventhough lots of wanderers who took a walk in the path of my heart didn't make it seem like it. Then that anger develops and grows within me.I don't know who I should direct it too. It just burns and wants to feed on anything that comes with life. The world takes the continuous beatings,spewing blood from its guts. You happen to sit outside on a Saturday morning in the balcony and you realize you were oblivious to lots of things. You weren't fit to see where and when and how love comes and goes. Cause maybe love wasn't there to begin with or love is so foreign to.so hidden. Mysterious. Or. Maybe love was afraid of making such a fragile things as. I. A. Home. Maybe I was the one who always left love.
•Yeab T
•Yeab T
Forwarded from Spires and Gargoyles
It’s easy to know who I am when I am at peace with my sadness.
- Juansen Dizon
- Juansen Dizon
"That is the thing about abandonment issues. You are always on your feet ready to leave."
Forwarded from Our Side of the Story (Debbie)
The more my words are about you, the more my sanity dissipates.
It’s like I’m a foreigner in my own body and I don’t know the person writing to you. Because I wouldn’t use those words would I? My insecurity bashed self wouldn’t let me right?
My heart is not supposed to feel warm with love or whatever they call it these days, right?
My lips are not bound to stretch into a wide smile at the thought of you, right?
Of course I wouldn’t crave your touch like a hungry beast, no I wouldn’t dare!
I’m going insane, doubtless!
It scares me to think that if obsessing over you with my words from afar made me lose my sanity what would having you do to me?
Kill me?
#LiteratureSaturdays
@OurSideOfTheStory
It’s like I’m a foreigner in my own body and I don’t know the person writing to you. Because I wouldn’t use those words would I? My insecurity bashed self wouldn’t let me right?
My heart is not supposed to feel warm with love or whatever they call it these days, right?
My lips are not bound to stretch into a wide smile at the thought of you, right?
Of course I wouldn’t crave your touch like a hungry beast, no I wouldn’t dare!
I’m going insane, doubtless!
It scares me to think that if obsessing over you with my words from afar made me lose my sanity what would having you do to me?
Kill me?
#LiteratureSaturdays
@OurSideOfTheStory
This is the type of thing that sends rush of pain to my whole body. Reading it I can feel how this man's heart was breaking. We spend so much time focusing on all the things that have no value that we forget to look at people's struggles. Making memes and chasing clout. Joking about humanly feelings. I despise society with all my heart for equating strength with silence. Especially for men. I could go on years on blaming society but what good can it do. So please let me ask one favor from you men or women anyone on here. Please reach out to people for help. Its not a bad thing to have an ear to listen to you.
We might not do much. I for myself might not do much but please I will do whatever it takes to be there. Its good to speak it most times. Believe me I am speaking from experience on this. I am saying this because I want y'all to feel this words are from my heart. I wish I could take back time and accept a helping hand or even ask for one when it was time. I regret it deeply.💔 There are lots of things that I would have prevented from happening if I just spoke. So please if any of you out there feel like it's time to speak it please reach out to me or anyone in your life you think will give you one. My handle is @YEABT29. Its always open day and night. I can give you my phone number if you also want to talk on the phone. Just inbox me. I hope you felt the sincerity of this words as my hands are shaking to write them. There is always a way.
Chekhov's mother started most
of her letters to him by saying,
"My Strong son who could
possibly endure any hardship in silence"
Chekhov's mother started most
of her letters to him by saying,
"My Strong son who could
possibly endure any hardship in silence"