Omg yus
I was walking in the hallway with a friend of mine, he used the be verb “a” and the word “love” in that particular order. I protested. And said, love is not “a”. It’s not a single thing, it’s not even a thing! It’s an explosion of feelings, unending questions and a rush of everything in split seconds. I told him, and he retorted saying I am a linguist. But no, it wasn’t about words, it was about feeling every sensation. But you know what is the best explanation of love? It is YOU. Your love is the heat of the Sun on my skin, the rust of coldness when you eat Ice Cream; the explosion of excitement when you jump off a cliff. You yourself is love.
I wouldn't waste my time if It wasn't you. But my mind is a rage I'm using to destruct every part of people skin and cut their words that come from their mouths. And I hope they don't know I ate their thoughts for lunch.
-t.f.s.
“Whatever you do, never run back to what broke you.”
— Frank Ocean (via perrfectly)
Five: This is my “I don’t care” face.
Vanya: This is your normal face.
It is black
Inky black
Empty black
And cathedral quiet
I can hear everything that doesn't move
Every monster that isn't there
But I am not scared
Not frozen
Or even a little unsure
I know this darkness
I know this silence
It is comfortable
Familiar
And I am content
Content with darkness
It does not silence me
Or confuse me
Or overwhelm me because I am light
And the darkness welcomes me
What is darkness?
Nothing more than the
Naked absence of light
It is my purpose
And my passion
Without it
I am useless
I am not afraid
When I sit in darkness
-ex Nihilo
In God's mighty depth ,
I perch in reluctance to
find the meekly edge .
-t.f.s.
" Summer is a miracle-
We share the same sun
And sleep under same moon
In a lifetime that we dreamed for. "
-t.f.s.
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“Overthinking does kill your happiness”
— Unknown (via neckkiss)
A gossip.
Dark clouds cover my inner thoughts.
I hate it. And it annoys me.
It makes me weak.
A whole space of excuses, laughters, expanding around my ego.
I have no time for this.
Twisted, I don't know where I belong anymore.
What's the meaning of this?
Who's interrupting my mind behind the scenes?
Am I still truly alone or will find comfortable place soon enough?
Nothing is harder than carrying four shoulders on your own, chin is down, body is damaged but still willing to mark more scars because I know it's worth it. I know I am somewhere close.
But when did I find the door?
I can't sleep and stay awake longer,
I hope for my very close end to come,
and then, I'll be living in my own peace.
-t.f.s.
Life's a book- people don't want to continue on the next page,cause they're not interested in it's content.
-source: #quotes.