Loggin Back On Here, Feels Like Picking Up That Half Read Book And Continuing With The Story Line

everytime i come back to tumblr it feels like ive opened a long forgotten beautiful book

serotonin dose guys!

“i love you.” “it’ll pass.”

is THE single most heartbreaking yet real and intense thing ive ever heard phoebe waller bridge u mastermind u r just like me except a genius fleabag is easily one of the most true to life and wonderfully painful tellings of mistakes that ruin relationships, mental health, religion, the chasms between family members that are caused and fixed by the love u share for them. its about extreme loss and the way that can single-handedly effect the rest of ur life and the way u think and act and how u care for others. its just so real.

“Even amidst the hatred and carnage, life is still worth living. It is possible for wonderful encounters and beautiful things to exist.”

— Hayao Miyazaki

Me

i gave up, on me

im my only mine

and i gave up on me.

i have no value

and there's no worth to me

my efforts & my work

has proven nothing to me

stranger in the mirror

becoming more unappealing to me

i was my only mine

and i gave up on me

we were great together

for brief of time

it was a fun 'we'

i wasted our time

like gold but free

guess I'll never know myself

and whats holding me back

is this the voice of someone else?

or a deliberate devil inside of me?

well, i should not bother

and get used to things

as they are, maybe.

because, it's my ability

to not change, and waste my youth

probably.

its snowballing downwards

absorbing and destroying everything

the end won't be peaceful

the end won't be prettty

i owe my life to someone else

there is nothing in me

i was my only mine

and i give up, on me

is it just me or do everyone delete their posts because the holy spirit slapped some sense into you and you're not the same person you were 10 minutes ago

poem: if words could find my soulmate

if words could find my soulmate—

oh how much happier

my poems would be;

the stanzas would dance,

the words would flow into verses of song,

they’d be brighter,

they’d be happier;

but alas,

no one wants the girl who sits in the back,

no one wants the poet who is

more alive in her journal than in the world;

but if only my words could find my soulmate,

maybe they’d be content,

because they wouldn’t be alone

anymore.

-j.g. edge

“You’re an ode, the most melodic verse

You’re this soliloquy reciting in my head

You’re a Shakespearean sonnet, maybe a burlesque,

The symmetric rhyme I’ll never get

Among these pages of poor words and verses,

One thousand paragraphs would never be enough

To write about you, the most beautiful poem of love”

quantum entanglement metaphorizes that everything in this world is connected in many of some ways no matter where you both are in the universe

i made coffee, and i was stirring it calmly, gazing into the empty space on my table wondering about how small i am, this world and how i'll find my "mate" and how'd i hug her just to tell her that she's warm, like those calm raindrops along with the sun shining and its making rays making their way through the thick layer of dark clouds.

I didnt realise it until now,

It was a leisurely feeling