Do You Ever Get Sick? But It's Not Physical Or Mental. It's Just Emotionally Sick.

He looking so precious for what?

I want to be able to go on top of a mountain and scream to the world that I am yours.

But, it will only be possible if you accept me as yours.

Hii Tumblr people,

This is my first post on this account or this app in general. I came here with the intention of expressing myself, whether in my own words, in other's words, pictures, thoughts, feelings and much more.

I am turning 20 this year. I've seen and heard people say that your 20s are made just for you..that you should spend it alone to discover yourself. And, I want to do just that but I also want to record it. Leave some type of memory about it behind.

I've tried Journaling but I guess it's just not for me. So here I am. Ready to embark and happy to receive you people's support.

I want to be held.

I feel like if I'm not held by the right person anytime soon I will break into thousands of pieces.

You people don't understand, do you?

You people don't understand how much i love him. My love for this man is like a burning passion. It burns me inside out in the most ethereal way. It became the only thing that would urge me to reach the other edge of the world.

This world made love become such a joke. I agree, the definition of love is not fixed. It is different for various people and it changes with the course of time. However, I don't get how it became to this. People are so easy to walk away from love. People are so easy to make love insignificant. People are so easy to to choose a good time over a good thing.

Because of this, I've suppressed my love for him for months now. People made me believe that love is secondary. Love is not something to yearn for. People were so quick to categorise me as a crazy obsessive person. And because of this, I've tainted my own love for him. But not anymore, I will not listen to anyone anymore when it comes to my love for him. I will do solely what my heart desires more for him.

You can call me a crazy lover, you can call me an obsessive person, you can call me a hopeless romantic. I will not care what you call me because only me, my heart, my brain and my body knows how much love I have for him.

I wish to make my love pure again.

And because it’s been a while, here a second one !

Maybe I want to disappear because feeling invisible hurts more than actually being gone.

𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶.

I love him in a way,

Inexplicable by my soul.

I love him in a way,

That can only be felt.

I love him in a way,

Where peace and chaos coexist.

- We all break at a point. How long are you going to hold on?

- Forever. I'll hold on forever if I have to.