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When I see the first rain of the season, I hear the sound of mourning. The first cry when the doctor announces that their loved one didn't make it.
When I see lightning, I hear the sound of a merciless storm which just doesn't seem to end as a lonely daughter waits for her mother to heal sitting outside the intensive care unit.
When I see branches break off trees, I hear the sighs of a fearful son who is barely managing to hold back his tears because grief is knocking at his door, his time has come to become poor, to lose that one person he has always lived for.
When I see smiling people, I hear the sound of unbearable cries, the hidden pain and cruel nights.
When I see spring, I hear the cracking sound of yellow leaves, temporary all of it, soon the flowers will wither and the trees will be left empty and naked.
The other side of the moon, I. With what ease will I fall for these glitters offered by life? I have seen deaths before my eyes, everything ends after a point, what's so exciting about fleeting light?
-Sabina Yesmin
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moonblacckkk · 1 year
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deceptiveones · 1 year
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ardent-reflections · 9 months
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It is in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground.
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sosstuckonstupid · 10 months
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Am I really that unlovable?
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hazzashouse · 9 months
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feeling melancholic, may delete later
I blame all the amazing writers, especially those on tumblr @finelinevogue @watchmegetobsessed , for my high expectations regarding relationships with men.
It is kinda sad, not gonna lie, that all we want is to be loved, respected and treated with kindness, yet somehow it is getting harder and harder to find.
But the more I think about it, the more I’m thankful for those expectations.
Because one should never settle for “meh”, “it can be”, “it is what it is” or “just okay”.
YOU deserve THE WORLD. You don’t need to be in a relationship to be content, you don’t need a partner to be worthy - YOU ARE WORTHY ALREADY!
Please, don’t ever, EVER, let anyone tell you otherwise!
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itsforwriting · 1 year
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Me watching Avengers: You know, Tony basically invented time travel to get his kid back
No one:
Absolutely no one:
Boyfriend: Stop being so pure
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nekowaika · 11 months
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the idea of growing older and distancing with someone u were once so close to seems so bizzare to me- like the same person you knew so intimately, down to memorising every single pore and curve of their existence is now someone you hardly think of until you see something that once resembled the closeness you shared with them
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Some things you don't have to search for -- be it a movie, a piece of painting, a book, a song or even a person. You attract them with your thoughts, the scent of your soul makes them come to you. And for some reason, they are always at the right time, to shape you the right way, to direct you to the right path. And if you know life enough, you make sure you don't share them with anyone else. You don't ruin their pace of evolution. You wait for them to know everything you had the privilege to explore one day. Like they reached you, they will reach the right people at the right time.
Sabina Yesmin
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moonblacckkk · 5 months
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thoughttriloquist · 5 months
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She knew the weight he carried, for she carried it too once before.
The burden of seeing depravity yet still having to live alongside it,
Watching it decay even the strongest hands and battle hardened eyes.
Does he see his ghosts walking before him leading him down the path they share?
She knew he mustn't. If he did, his shoulders would not droop, nor his eyes hold such sadness in the face of astoundingly beautiful destruction.
She knew.
All too well, she knew.
So, she took his hand, lifted his face, and showed him her own wounds deep behind her eyes.
Smiling, he looked ahead, knowing he could carry on.
Hand in hand with his own shadow.
- thoughttriloquist
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deceptiveones · 1 year
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alexandramalbb · 1 year
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" Dear diary, today will be different. I want to be different, even if it's tiring to always fight alone. "
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6-sage · 9 months
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One hill ima die on is this: all that “let’s skip the small talk, what do you think God is? What’s the meaning of life?” Shit people talk on tumblr is very very FAKE DEEP.
Like, cool I get it, small talk is mundane, but no one said you can only ask “wyd” or “what’s your fave colour” when you’re getting to know someone. PLUS, those kinds of q’s, while basic, form the stepping stones and provide the little bits of information that help you get to know someone well enough to A) be genuinely interested in their response to those bigger questions and B) help give you the context for why they’ve answered the way they have!
Jumping straight into that deep shit is actually a pretty shallow way to get to know someone because it’s the little details that form the bigger ones, but y’all make these cringe text posts about wanting to skip all that to ask ridiculously deep personal questions to someone you barely know!!
For a site with so much emotional depth there’s actually a significant lack of emotional intelligence on tumblr😩
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bongchick23 · 1 year
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Every sugar isn't sweet .
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cvpidbvnnie · 2 years
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Mom
My mother is loving, in her own way.  She gave me what she never had, held me when no one held her. But she is angry. Her anger comes before her love, her anger hurts me.
Her anger is her love.
She is kind, but not to herself
She may never heal, and I am sorry
But I will. 
I will heal and maybe she will see that her anger made my love grow. I hope one day she can look at me,
and see that I am ruled by love.
My love is what protects me. My love will shield me.
Maybe then, her anger won’t be her love.
And she will see that love is not anger.
And she will let go of her anger
And find love
For herself
I have forgiven her anger 
I repay her with my love
I hope she can love me
To apologize for her anger.
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