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Holy—

This has been a wild ride

We’ve hit the two year mark on the game I’m in and wow

And the next session will be the final one

I'm sorry.

Goodbye.

I have no idea where I got this from :p

What a subtle form of self harm it is to love you.

Such a gruesome death to die.

What a comfort it is to be to be loved by you.

Such a torment it is to be not.

Tw: self harm

Broken mosaic

Broken like a mosaic, this grief is beautiful.

Cold as a grave, this silence is peaceful.

A pain drenched tartarus was what made childhood.

A longing filled asphodel is what makes life cruel.

Sinister evil spirits, they whisper in the dark.

Cold harsh voice, it will shatter up your heart.

The silence kept saying with such delicacy.

But mind kept begging for sincere secrecy.

So close your little eyes, home is full of ghosts.

Hide your own self, it is terrifying to be known.

Shred your skin, once again you'll be filled with relief.

One last cut; an eternity of sleep.

Pic via pinterest

Is it normal to grieve yourself?

And still yearn the grief?

To know you'll be eternally hurting,

Why is it such a relief?

Prosper//stay consciously aware// always trust your process <333........... A lil words of advice from awful🖤✨💜

Hope…..full

Could cry the whole day

But that doesn’t take my pain away

So i keep the tears inside

The pain is the groom and i’m the bride

Forever together until death

So thats the hell if you do the math.

But as in every relationship

You try your best, at least a bit

So others think you’re the perfect fit.

No problems and no pain

You’re handling it like your favourite game.

Oh but there is nothing less true

Just a banana that is blue

Or sherlock that has no clue.

But there is a small silverlining

Is it you or the sun shining?

-B.I

Hay veces que necesitas a una persona, una persona que sabes que es sincera, que no tiene tacto, ni pelos en la lengua, que sabes que en realidad no sabe consolar, que no sabe ni qué decir, ni qué hacer cuando llegas necesitándolx, pero eso es suficiente. Sus ganas de ayudar, sus ganas de hacerte sentir bien, de verte mejor,y de estar ahí para ti generan una seguridad increíble. Me resulta sorprendente que he tenido a "esa persona" que han sido diferentes personas a lo largo de mi vida, y nunca ha sido mi mejor amiga, nunca ha sido mi pareja. Son personas a las que valoras un montón, por algo que lográn transmitirte no sé cómo, no con sus palabras, no con sus acciones, pero que terminas notándolo después de conocerlos, y a una parte de mí le gusta necesitar a esa persona, porque sé que en ese momento, no me van a dejar sola.

💔💔💔

Yes, Gang Taeya break my heart into million little pieces. I really thought after watching numerous amount of sad kdramas I'd be immune to any sad character or scenes but NOPE! this show is on another level! :'(

And I use drugs to make me feel anything else but emptiness, but when the drugs stopped taking my pain away - I knew I was fucked.

A. Lemmer

Me conoció siendo un día cálido, con un jardín floreciente, y el sol bañando mi rostro... y le gustó lo que veía; pero se asustó en mis días nublados, cuando la tempestuosa lluvia corría por mis mejillas y el aire frío lograba congelar mis huesos...

Never have I seen myself in such a powerful piece like this

Some may say I died of a broken heart that day….

I waited for a true love that never came

I waited as days turned into weeks as weeks turned into almost 2 months with nothing but the sound of my heart breaking

Everyday I woke up and I wish for your texts or your calls something…. But I think deep down I know you are never coming home gone are the days of watching movies together gone are the days of planning our future together gone are the days of pure love together…

Not yet gone are the days for winter for the princess… Spring may not ever arrive for the princess

I will never forget

the story of the faunus princess

You watch the light leave their eyes. You watch their heart crumble into crimson colored dust. But that's all that you can do. Watch from afar while another bleeds for your warmth.

And then you realise how very cruel fate can be sometimes.

Because there is nothing you wouldn't do to hold them in your hands, there's nothing you'd want more than wiping their tears away. And you'd take away their pain in a heartbeat and replace it with all things beautiful in your life. If only you could.

Sometimes you can love someone so much but not in a way that matters to them. And not in a way that makes sense to you. But still there's love and pain and longing. But it's all wrong and right at the same time.

Sometimes it's painful to love someone. And sometimes it's painful to be loved. And you don't really have a choice with either of them.

So you watch them leave, with a broken heart, and you're left there with an ache in you that'll never really go away.

And in the silence of the night you whisper to no one in particular.

"In another lifetime perhaps...."

And sometimes we are left with no answers but a bleeding heart that still refuses to give up on them. Still holds on with the hope that someday we'll live the dream in our heads. And so we live, like butterflies waiting to come out of their cocoons. But sometimes the cocoon gets damaged before we can fly, before we can breathe. And all that's left will be the shattered pieces of our hearts that shines like little red spots......and people in a time after us will call them galaxies.

It takes a Minute to Love someone,

But Years to forget them.

And a Lifetime, to wonder

why you fell for them in the first place.

Golden mornings and cool sea breezes brought them together.

Playful touches turned to yearnings with depth.

Days passed and love grew.

Until one day a shadow came uninvited.

Soon enough hell broke loose.

Still they managed to find their homes in the arms of the other.

But fate is bitter and sour and cruel.

It took away the black haired boy from his lover.

And left the other to grieve forever.

But what no one saw was the rage deep in the blues.

While the golden haired burned the world alive,

fate watched in the corner scared and small.

When the Trojans took away his home, his love, what could Achilles do except grieve for Patroclus.

And his grief brought the mighty warriors to their knees.

Troy did not not lose the war. Nor did the Greek win it.

Achilles grieved for Patroclus, and soon enough the war ended.

Why does emptiness hurt so much,

when there is nothing for me to feel anymore.

Dragging my pale hands across the dirty walls,

I feel like giving up on everything.

I've lived on for so long,

hoping that someday everything would get better.

But that was just a lie I told myself,

because all that ever happened to me was blue.

From heartbreaks to heartbreaks,

I lived on hoping I would be free one day.

But turns out the way we live our lives,

is always predetermined before our births.

Stars and galaxies had perfectly aligned,

to make sure that luck never came my way.

All those times I felt like joys,

were simply mirages on my abandoned mind.

I wanted answers for so long,

but was afraid to come get them.

Now in the middle of the night I stand,

my heart feeling heavier than ever before.

My pale hands glides over the knocker,

and the sound of it makes the stillness scream.

Moonlight is the only comfort I have now,

as I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

The cold night air smells bittersweet,

but strangely it feels like home.

It is home.

Losing someone you love is hard enough,

but losing all of them together,

is the worst torture that a soul can suffer.

It's been years since I came home.

But I always carried it within me,

a burden that was uncalled for.

Now with the moon and the night as witnesses,

I gather every last ounce of life in me.

Calling home for the first time in years,

I am answered with a gentle breeze that caresses my cheeks.

Maybe they too missed me like I missed them.

Maybe I should've come sooner,

so that I could live a little longer.

But it doesn't matter now.

I call home after so long,

to let them know that I'll come soon.

It's just a matter of months, said the doctors.

But to me it feels like I have eternities to cross,

to finally be whole again.

Calling home for the first time in years,

I can't wait to be finally home again.

© Moonyloonywitch

12/08/2021

No matter what I'm always gonna put in the same amount of effort even if the other stops.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

Lyric Credit- Hybe lables/Tomorrow X Together

Bashing my head against a white wall, Ripping the picture I took with you again, I will never smile like I used to.

Empty Trash By LØREN

Mass is not proportional to volume, A girl as small as a violet, A girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me towards her with a stronger force than her mass. Just then, like Newton’s apple, I rolled towards her till I fell on her with a thump, my heart was bouncing between the ground and the sky, It was my first love.

Kim Shin (Guardian: The Lonely and Great God)

I don't feel so good today.

I feel a strange, ancient ache in my soul. An aged feel to my rigid bones that once held the weight of the earth and the sky. Now they wish to rest, to turn to dust. They have endured enough weathering. I feel nostalgic for a life I have never lived, for a life I wish I lived. I suppose I do understand this humane desire. The soul was never meant to stay on the earth. It was meant to rise. And here, now, it is bound to, shackled to this body and inadvertently, to this world,held taut by the unyielding chains of gravity. I yearn for the day I return home. Up there.

I don't feel so good today and that's fine.

~Me

" A Legacy "

I suppose we humans are like the very stars whose dust we came from. Each of our individual selves might seem like a speck among other specks in the deep, ebony unknown, but each of us hold such significance that our demise would impact the planets we once held close, the neighboring stars and much more. The blinding light and energy we would create would last for generations, our explosion echoing in the quiet, loneliness, creating just the right amount of power for something else to create, to begin, to bloom, to breathe. And in our deafening silence, the rest of the stars shall bow in respect. Somewhere, light years away, something enters into existence holding a piece of your light in it. A legacy continues from death to rebirth.

~Me

“The Strongest Of The Strange”

you won’t see them often

for wherever the crowd is

they are not.

those odd ones, not many

but from them come

the few good paintings

the few good symphonies

the few good books

and other works.

and from the best of

the strange ones perhaps

nothing.

they are their own

paintings

their own

books

their own

music

their own

work.

sometimes I think

I see them – say

a certain old

man sitting on a

certain bench

in a certain way

or

a quick face

going the other way

in a passing

automobile

or

there’s a certain motion

of the hands

of a bag-boy or a bag-girl

while packing supermarket groceries.

sometimes

it is even somebody

you have been

living with

for some time –

you will notice a

lightning quick

glance never seen

from them before.

sometimes

you will only note

their existance suddenly

in vivid recall

some months

some years

after they are

gone.

I remember

such a one –

he was about

20 years old

drunk at 10 a.m.

staring into a cracked

New Orleans mirror

facing dreaming

against the walls of

the world

where

did I

go?

~Charles Bukowski

Depression may be invisible, but your absence is not.