The sea mourns the rivers
The mixing point of fresh and salt
Soothing the wounds left from rough hands
Unloving if it’s nature
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I have a deep impending fear that somewhere along my life, I’ll end up unhappy.
Afraid that perhaps I’ll get too tired and suddenly I can’t take back what I haven’t done.
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My creations aren’t born out of creativity but from the primal need to create in the hopes of later being remembered.
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I don’t like who I am but I’m proud of who I’ve become
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Alone at the edge of 18 has never been more confusing
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It only hurts this much because you care
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Anxiety isn’t always recalling past trauma
Anxiety is an unconnected and dreadful feeling that this has happened before
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I wish I could bottle this feeling and give it to you so you could understand how you make me feel
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Don’t rush into finding yourself. Stay lost as long as you can
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I don’t know what you’re willing to die for but it shouldn’t be this
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They called it an ‘exciting new chapter’ in my life
But they forgot to mention how lonely it would be without you in it
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I know the seasons are about to change because suddenly, I am caught up in this dreaded loneliness that can only be associated with the impending cold
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Is it not lonely how we speak the same language but mean different things?
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I’m afraid I’m going to be lonely again
I can’t make it a second time, I almost didn’t make it the first time
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There are over 7,000 spoken languages in the world right now, with millions of words per language
And yet, there are still times when we as humans, can not find a single word to explain how we feel
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One day you’ll wake up and not regret being alive.
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It feels like, for as long as I can remember that I’ve been tired. I only live so that eventually I can go back to bed.
Then one day, it just stops. I stop longing for the temporary death of sleep and instead, I set alarms willingly and wake up with anticipation of what I’m going to do next.
Sometimes, when you’re tired, it feels like you’ll never stop being tired. That no matter how much you sleep, you’ll want to sleep more. Then one day you wake up and realize, you like being awake.
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