Lonley - Blog Posts
I cried because of a sweatshirt
Just started thinking about how I havenât worn a sweatshirt in forever and how I canât wear one till it get colder(because I easley overheat). I literally started crying because I missed my sweatshirts. My mom was very concerned and then said that I can wear them while we camp, which helped me to stop crying.
Sooo true
The only man worth chasing this summer is the ice cream man.
I find it sad..that there are so many people so many lifes and realities I'll never get to experince, so many people I won't be able to be freinds with, so many people who i want to be but am defiant off, I look around and see an ocean of stories and hobbies and names and peraonalities but just like the real one the whole ocean is unatainable, maybe its my fault for not being content with the people around me on but when I get a new hyper fixations on a person I start to realise all the people around me, the people laughing and talking to their freinds people watching as their freinds play games or paying for someone elses food, all the lives I'll never get to know..all the life I'm missing out on, perhaps I'm just trying to fill my ever lasting hole of lonliness or perhaps I'm trying to fill my heart with somthing ive pushed away, but ill always hate knowing theres a life out there..I'll never know.[Not my art]
I hope someday someone cares enough to look at my art and ask abt it's meaning
Can we talk about how Bruno added his own plate to the table at dinner? Even in the walls he wanted to be there. He made sure they never saw the cracks but all he got in return is âWe Donât Talk About Brunoâ.
GIVE MY RAT MAN SOME LOVE!
Itâs always like thatđ
~You look lonely~ 7/20/21 5:44 pm
a name
There is a fragile beauty in the way you are gone There is an absurd pleasure in the way you left There is a broken soul who used to find peace with you And there is an empty voice which used to sing your name like a song to the stars
It is funny how things change How your name lies strangely on the tip of my tongue How I absorb every single letter to find the hidden secret to why your name was so familiar once like a soulmate to mine but now fades away with your face and the peace it promisedÂ
But I canât stop I canât stop repeating your name every night like a goodnight story to scare the ghosts inside my chest and your spirit which stayed and still dances under the moonlight I still scream your name in my head until it feels like you again