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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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I wanna speak to the person who made men think pink is not a men's color, cause it certainly is.
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Like most days....
nothing special today
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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this strange feeling when you’ve found out something you haven’t to know
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Ugly can be pretty too we just have to look at it with a different eye.
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Guys with short hair don’t stand a chance when a guy with long hair enters the room
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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You only live once so why not be yourself while we hang in this floating space rock?
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Me : Likes a new song
Me : *proceeds to listen to that song on repeat for the next 24 hours or more*
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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All I want for today is a big and tight hug...
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Zodiac Sign : Cancer
Hogwarts House : (sorry but i havent watched too much of harry potter but it's something i will look foward too ehe)
Personality Type : INFP
Enneagram Personality Type : 4w5
Hey guys, let's play a game. Reblog with your personality info and let people judge and try to guess how you are haha
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Zodiac sign: Pisces
Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff
Personality type: INFP
Enneagram personality type: 4w5
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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He was never taught on how to love, but he taught others on how to love themselves,
While others were happy because of him,
There was no happiness to be seen,
Or answer to arise as to how he was feeling,
His sadness was deep.
Though others were happy in life,
He carried the burden of holding the weight of his shattered emotions through the rest of his days, while others wailed and screamed of joy and happiness, he in his head screamed of unwanted pain and cried lostly in his mind,
Though he could get to anybody deeply,
None have achieved to get to him in that same way...
Everyone liked him, but none loved him enough to care.....
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Dorkness
When I was a child, I was afraid of the dark,
Now I seek and find coziness in it.
How come I had changed like that?
What made me find acceptance In darkness?
The fact is.....
Daylight is a chaos...
A chaos in wich I don't fit in,
And never will.
I wait for the night,
For the moon to rise victorious against the sun,
For the stars to enlight the rest of the sky,
To enlight my soul.
I was never a speaker of the day,
On the dark, I'm fluent on the ways of silence,
And I can be understood without judgment.
I can look at the sky...
That deep black sky,
So full of nothing,
And so full of everything,
Truly mesmerizing.
They say the night is cold,
Clearly they don't get it,
I don't find anything more than warmth,
If I end up meeting my love,
You will see the stars with my soul.
We will lay on the delightfull grass,
And let the enchantment of the deep sky,
Possese us, and then we dance, cry and hug,
Over the mischievous stars of our universe,
And it will never be enough.....
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Concerns of a Melodramatic Mind
Death concerns me
My melodramatic brain
Won't shut up about it
To die just be alive..
Once you gone threres no other way
All the moments were written
You can't erase them
Your shape is going to dust away
You hope you see them again
So sad to be forgotten
By those who loved us
All is temporary
All things will come and go
Your soul goes hunt for a home
On another realm to rest your soul
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Everyday we get older, but our soul stays intact it doesn't change with the years, deep down the little child we have in our hearts, It's still running around naively in our bodies, waiting for us to release it and to stop pretending that being an adult without your inner child by your side is cool... It's much cooler to have it by your side and be weird, playfull, ramdom and a bit childlike than to have it locked in a cage just to fit or to don't be called immature... So release the inner child, be weird and ramdom and all that is :)
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Name a more iconic duo than my fear of abandonment and instinct to self isolate, I’ll wait
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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i naively believe (and for a very long time believed) that i have always belonged to art, and now this idea is simply disgusting to me. i’m poor. no, my physical life consists in prosperity, but i am poor culturally, spiritually, and it seems that i have always been the one who lost the colors of art. everything i do is empty, because i am empty, colorless, worthless, like a cracked ceramic teapot that will never be useful again. i am disgusted with the thought that i have entrusted myself to art and fueled hopes that i will become more significant, but i am only insultingly poor, and continue my attempts to rise; come to my senses or find myself, create myself a new one; i’m rolling empty thoughts in my head and mouth like caramel in childhood: in that childhood when i had not yet smugly proclaimed that i would bother to mold something for the world, people, art or the heaven knows what. thoughts climb and i choke on them, feeling a sharp smack of bitterness. i have never been against putting my life on the altar of art, to be material, once i was burning with it: i need art, i need the idea that i can be a part of it, but art doesn't need me.
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Don't be afraid to cry, YOU need to sometimes, the more you fill the bottle inside the more water is gonna spill when it's all full.
Showing emotion is what makes us human, if you need to cry or a hug or support, go get it or do it, if you don't have no one to cry to.... Cry to yourself, let you drown in your feelings and don't be ashamed of it, it's best to show than faking it....
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thatfriendat2am · 2 years
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Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.
-Kurt Cobain
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