“Being Brave Doesn’t Mean You Aren’t Scared. Being Brave Means You Are Scared, Really Scared, Badly

There will always be an invisible bridge between us

A hope , a feeling of optimism or a wish for something to happen. But here I am in disbelief that the thing I was yearning for years won't come true..

Fear of being judged by my own thereby begetting intense and impending danger portraying the evil in me

I know it hurts but I believe that these gestural expressions gives me hope of things that won't come true.. which also puts me into vivid grief..

Feels like I am enclosed within the walls of hell

But I do realize that I have a spiritual bond with the almighty which makes me an angel trapped in inferno

IN A WORLD FULL OF CHAOS,

I am looking for PEACE 🕊

There are a few moments where I spend time with myself.. when my thoughts take over there is some heavy feeling in my chest, I become an unknown person, I feel like staying in isolation and breaking things and scream out loud...since I'm unable to do all those.. I scream without a voice and hands began to crawl over my face , I act like a mentally ill person , I feel like scratching my face, hitting myself, I just feel like destroying everything, my hands and legs crumbles and most of the time I scratch my face , I cry quietly. What is happening with me

the mortifying ordeal of admitting you do want to be loved vs the mortifying ordeal of not wanting ppl to pity you or feel bad for u vs the mortifying ordeal of wanting to reciprocate affection but being useless vs the mortifying ordeal of being careless with others and actually feeling bad vs the mortifying ordeal of being perceived as vulnerable at all.

“I love you, that means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.”

— Claudia Gray

Apple pie cheesecake dessert

Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "Four Lies I Unlearned," originally published in 2018

Hug me please, I need that.

Pink Sugar Cookies

“If you still talk about it, you still care about it.”

— Unknown

I don’t understand why everyone is so afraid of adult conversations. You don’t like me ? Tell me. You don’t wanna talk to me? Don’t ignore me. You’re mad at me ? Let me know . I’m wrong ? let’s talk. We don’t agree? Share ur viewpoints. It’s really not that hard.