Buried In Words
We're all stuck in Limbo, going in a never-ending circle. Even if we move on from one part of life, we always end up at the bottom to climb back up.
People are like dolls. Our threads are pulled to the limit and snap. We are made out of tears and we piece our brokeness back together carefully. Take caution or you could prick yourself. If you use the same thread, it will eventually wear out and stop mending properly, leaving us with messy stitching.
Reality is something not even the gods could understand.
The hole in my heart was filled with my puddle of tears​.
I want to see the world, but I'm terrified of the world seeing me.
Th possibility of life can be compared in so many ways. A Rubix Cube, for example. We're all mixed up colors trying to find the algorithm to make us one. Or a deck of cards, constantly shuffled but always one thing. maybe we're missing a few cards, but that's what makes a unique deck; it will never be the same deck, even if we have the same designs on our backs.
Th car goes by, and the cargo buys another round.
I had another unrelated thought, about love and what I felt for him.
I wish that you understood that my love surpasses friendship.
The P.O.I.S.O.N.E.D. book:
Pain Only Is Some Of Never Ending Defeat
Everyone's a L.I.A.R:
Lying Is Always Reasonable
We thought we were L.O.V.E.D:
Love Only Virtualizes Everlasting Devotion
We all ate the bad A.P.P.L.E:
Always Poisoned People Love Evil
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We suffer from H.D.D:
Happy Delusional Days
We don't like to look for a C.U.R.E:
Carelessness Ultimately Ruins Everything
They all try to C.R.U.S.H. us at some point in our lives:
Condemned Ruthlessly Under Shadows of Hate
It's the C.R.A.B. APPLE:
Cruelty Reaps All Benefits
I think that Death is so charming. Some people think that he's a black demon. To me, he's a gentleman in black, come to whisk me away to the delusional world of spirit. Walking in silence, I welcome his presence and watch the living pass by me, living in a fool's paradise.
There are a lot of questions to do with existentialist thoughts and I'm not sure how to deal with them. I texted 2 close friends asking them if they enjoyed our friendship. I got a confused answer and a practical answer, which made me laugh at myself.
I said: "I think I'm going into another slump. It's like I need the validation or reassurance. Or just a reason to laugh at myself. Then I feel like I'm being stupid by texting this but I want to get it off my mind. Feel free to ignore the stupid worries I text you."
I don't want to have regrets
Even though the lines are parallel, from the ground, they are all at a different angle. Tilting my head changes the angle drastically like I'm not ven looking at the same lines. Everything is skewed... like my brain.
Stepping off that line doesn't mean falling into the abyss. It's a chance to leap to free space. We risk everything for a new life, but everything happens for a reason, and if you work hard enough, jumping from comfort is only a small hurdle.
I wish I'd never told you I loved you, for at that moment, our friendship was lost.
We call this site a Safe Space, but for me, it's a place where I can go look at my work and everything that inspires me and smile.
How to know you're in love:
His voice stands out more than others
You always feel safe around him
You just feel like doing things for him
You can be yourself around him
He knows your mood, always; you know his
As long as reason is valid, forgiveness of the past is not a question
You want to be with him "just because"
Even if you can't beat them, don't join them, because you'll only degrade your self-worth. Just run away- It isn't cowardice. It is saving yourself from feeling rotten about yourself later.
I found myself saying goodbye to the house, but you weren't in it.
To you, I am a dream to project your sadness,
One to project your happiness onto,
To project your desires onto.
I'm only a cloud in your sky. But you are so much more than air.
Love is too complex for our small minds to understand, much less speak of
I want to do something crazy and out of my comfort zone that will change my life for the better
I'm searching for you, who I have not yet met.
It is undeniable that we are inexplicably, completely tied to each other by fate, but I believe we can make decisions along the way.
You built walls so that no one would hurt you. I loved tearing them down to see the real you. And you trusted me.
We have a lot of promises to keep, so next time don't shoulder everything by yourself. Hey... Am I abnormal?
We are the people never meant to meet. But we are caught in the crosshairs of desperate situations.
I'm too happy to cry, so I giggle at your tears, though I know they are reasonable.
I dyed my heart from red to black so that my tears would write properly.
I was looking at old photos & found one of you. I smiled. That photo made me smiled. You didn't.
Why would you deceive me? You never tried to stand by me, yet you call yourself my friend. I only cherish those that care. So don't try to pretend I've never noticed what a terrible excuse of a "friend" you are.
Even if you win a war, you must bear the burden of loss. Everyone is suffering, so we must support each other.
Desperation can cause us to do terrible things in its wake.
To the people who say "I'll kill you," I wonder if you'd have the guts. Could you end the life of someone you find 'insignificant' when someone else could easily end you? You speak of violence, but shy away at the sight of real blood, or the sight of bloodlust in an animal's eyes. So don't bother threatening me.
My love is iffy. I'm up in the air. But I am as loyal as you will ever meet.
Reality is not a dream I can fall into.
I am not afraid of the dark. I am lonely.
Sorry, I'll smile. As long as you're happy
Life is a gloriously volatile landscape.
He said "kill yourself."
They said "stay strong"
But I don't want to be strong anymore. I'll just cry and maybe you'll stop hunting me.
If I have to make the world my enemy, so be it. They will never see me as anything else than a monster. But to you, I hope to remain as you remember me: human.
It began with a simple brushstroke, and an explosion of color.
Dreaming and unsure memory. I am awake, I am awake.
I am asleep, I am asleep, I am dreaming.
Remember this when you wake. Her name, his name
What is happening. I am awake, asleep, and still all at once.
I am asleep, I am awake, I am dreaming, but I
Do not remember what of… Frustration.
I'm prepared to break my own heart so that you may be happy. But I would never tell you such words.
Speak a little louder. Smile a little brighter. And for all sake, learn how to love yourself! I'm afraid I can't teach you properly. I know it's not easy, I know it's so painful, but worry about yourself. I have all the time in the world because your life and health come before all else.