where to get one of these???

Shut up i know exactly where to get one of these

Spending time at my relatives home away from ግቢ and all its ጋጋታ and ጭንቀት 15 minutes into sitting with them so much of myself is filled up. After dealing with a running mind which eventually caused me physical pain ecer since i woke up i can say spending time with 3 old people and a tiny human is ጥሩ መካሻ from God. So much of life is written in the yet untold stories of children and old people wrinkles. So much of what my heart calls home lies in their laughter and in their eyes. Despise also fills me for the bunch of አስመሳይ ግራ የገባቸው ጬኸታም teenagers that surround me. If i do leave one day and I am no longer capitalism's slave you will know where to find me....all the places you wouldnt think to look.
-Yeab T

As if anyone would look for you yeab🤦🏽‍♀

On todays episode of ስቅስቅ session😭😭😭😭😭

A person who i got close to because of a friend saw the scars on my wrists and proceeded to touching them without my consent while we were watching a video on my phone. I asked her to not touch me and removed her hand from mine saying "stop! Stop invading my privacy". She legit said to me "its on your wrist how could it be a privacy"
Reminding me why I always have the urge to isolate from this senseless እንደመጣለት የሚያወራ society. I am filled with disgust and anger while i write this. እባካችሁ if you have nothing worthy or good to say....dont say anything at all. ለቃላችሁ ተጠንቀቁ please

I was just reminded of a friendship I had almost a month or more ago. That friendship came so natural and so lively to a point where I could read that person through....just enough to trust them. After it ended in a weird not so weird easy way like it didnt even matter to begin with it renewed a doubt in me. Why are we not careful with who we portray ourselves as? Why is it so far away from the truth of who we really are? Why is everything so conditioned...

I just wanna say that its either a shaved head or a baby....one way or the other

I love this tiny humannnnnnn

Something for your heart.

I still haven't figured out if it is a blessing or a curse to feel my emotions storming throughout my body....damaging every bits of me it could find.

You know how the people you love in the need to protect and care for you say things that just ends up breaking your heart. You can't be mad at them becuase they don't know any better and they just want you to be better and they want it fast.

Make sure to be there for you. In the constant need of wanting others to fill the spaces in us and love us in ways we desire we forget we too are part of that calculation. That love was all along meant to start from within first as to not blind everything around it.

There is so much of pain that exists with existence. So many untold stories behind real eyes that speak. So many tear tinted pages writting the stories of so many heartbreaks....so much love we werenot loved as a child. So much acceptance we didnt get from the ones that matter that we now carefully throw onto careless hearts with nothing to offer. So much of የተቀየጠ የተበረዘ version of love we have to compromise with so as to make an untangible thing called love-tangible. So many streets we havent yet come to pass in search of the feeling of belongingness. So many tribes we haven't yet been part of. So many kisses we never had from our mother. So many features in our dad's face we didnt get to pinpoint. So much of የተቃጠለ ልጅነት....so much of የተቃጠለ ወጣትነት....so much of የተረሱ ልቦች....የተዘነጉ ገላዎች....ማቀፍ የናፈቁ ክንዶች....so much of አስታዋሽ ያጡ የትናንት ቁስሎች
-Yeab T

I think to some point some kinds of disappointments we have have their own touch when it comes to the people we laid so much of our parts vulnerably for. That pain has የራሱ የሆኑ ጭማሪዎች ከጀርባው....የነገን እኛነት ከዛሬ የሚነጥቅ