meditatinginsolitude asked: amazing !
It is so hard to look into the eyes of a broken soul, like how can you even look at their tears? When someone breaks down and cries we naturally say cliche lines to make it seem like it’ll be okay, only because it was through texting, or an email, or any other medium. But when someone breaks down infront of you.. what face do you put on? Knowing very well that you have been there before. If...
If our love was a poem, his fingers would be the ink, my body would be his paper, and our breathe would be the couplet.
Anonymous asked: You are inspiring.
martiansoul: I would let your lips trace my curves, if you let my fingers grasp your souls nerves.
bhawanks: I’ll write a story on my body, Will you read it forever?
I hate those nights that seem endless. So much so that you can’t seem to grasp reality. You just lay there, hopelessly running from one memory to another idea, you just can’t stop, yet your feet don’t want to move. It almost becomes a black slate with splatters of colours that twist your mind as you become lost in the rainbow. You feel anxious, but you never know for what because...
I think the scariest war any human ever fights is the war within. No one is more dangerous than the twin in your mind that knows your every defence and weakness. This war is one we will always lose. The devastation is unbearable, because you never know what your own mind will attack with you. The thing that leads me to believe that the soul and mind are separate is this exact war. Your soul is the...
sassylifexoxo: I hate when people treat depression like a joke, or worse yet a mood. Depression isn’t a mood, it can’t swing around and say “now I am experiencing happiness”, it can’t be wiped off okay? Depression is a serious illness of the mind, and society thinks “hey cheer up” is going to cure it then middle finger to you. Depression eats at you when you look in the mirror, it throws you to...
Have you ever had that feeling where you can’t anymore. You just can’t do it. You just can’t think about it. Not that you don’t want to or don’t feel like it. You want to and you feel it very much, but you can’t walk that path. You just can’t bring yourself to it?
Have you ever hurt so much that you had to act like you didn’t hurt at all? Yeah, me too.
Sometimes, I just want to sit down and write and write but I can’t. I don’t have the tools to formulate the feelings I need to express, the sentences would be too off and the the periods would end what isn’t finished. And because of this I just sit back and listen. I don’t know how to tell you what I want to tell you.