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ALONE IN THE DARK:
By Hannah Blakely
All alone in the dark.
Is He there or is He not?
Is He here or gone?
Bruises and scars on her arms and heart.
Is she even worth a thought.
Crying alone in the dark,
Is her tears even enough?
Are her suffocating echos vibrant or loud enough.
Is she as valuable as a diamond in the rough.
Or as ugly as the sin in her heart.
Are her desires her own faults?
What she hears and sees she doesn't comprehend.
Is it the enemy or is it her Friend.
All alone in the dark
Is He there or is He not?
Is He here or gone?
Bruises and scares stain her arms and heart.
What's become of her she thought?
She's a mess, How could she be of worth?
Who would want this broken puzzle piece that's missing it's parts.
Alone in the dark she feels.
I'm not useful so let me not hinder you.
Believing in those words she secludes her soul.
Unpacking her bags in the dark where she thought alone,
Came this gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder.
Saying "oh my daughter why do you keep your tears from me?"
"Don't you remember I hold your tears close to me"
"I understand every tear that waters your face, knowing what you not say."
The daughter replies " But I am a burden that's lazy and sheep that has gone atray. I cry so much does that mean I'm not ok?"
In a comforting voice He replies
"Oh sweet child of mine. Life is hard and bitter sweet. I know. But keep your eyes on Me. The Truth. The Light. I will guide you through the valley of darkness. No your not perfect that one thing is true, but you have been saved because I died for you. I'd do it again without hesitation for you are the one I adore."
She cries even louder with flushed red cheeks and scrunched up face screaming out for the first time.
"But how? I still look down on my other brother's and sisters. I judge when I should not. I don't keep my promises and I loose my train of thoughts. At times I don't keep my composure to where it afflicts others. I repugnance at myself. I'm fake. A foney. How can I be a follower of someone so perfect as you?"
In a stern loving Father voice He says
"Your alone in the dark you say. A sheep that has gone astray. Have you forgotten my daughter for even that 99th sheep who's gone astray I seek. Your are precious to me. More than the birds that soar through the skies. For I have made you in my image you see. So precious to me that I wait to hear your voice. The snorts you make with laughter, your red rosie cheeks that light up, the caring blue in your eyes. Don't fight it and come to me. I've won the war that you so desperately keep fighting on your own. Lay it down at my feet. Lay it down and come to peace."
His daughter wipes her tears,
Collecting each one
Handed them over in a clear mason jar.
Her soul sang
Here my Lord, my Father, my King. I hear your voice. I come at your feet. Alone in the dark I once believed in. But seeing Your Light I can breath again.
These scars and stains are here to stay as a reminder of my journey through my Faith.
I will give you every tear when I have no words for I know you understand what I not say.
When I feel alone in the dark I will sing loud to remind me that I am not.
You've been here all along.
Waiting for me oh so patiently for your daughter to come to your arms.
Alone in the dark.
Is He there or is He not?
Alone in the dark.
Is He here or is He gone?
Looking to Him seeing the magnificent Light.
I know I'm not alone in the dark anymore.
@sam-buck
Is this us?
THEY ARE > LOVERS < ok? ok!
oh god i want to draw them cuddling so bad please guys understand
the hardest thing to cope with is that the scars might never fade, i accept them for the most part, because the people i care about love them as a part of me. but sometimes i struggle to understand that ill never feel safe leaving the house in a singlet.
CW - slightly suggestive under the cut
something that really helps is when my girlfriend kisses my scars or runs her fingers along them telling me shes proud of how far ive come or that im beautiful either way. that really really makes me smile and feel better
man I just realized I stopped posting after my breakup. I'm happy I'm back ☀️
5 big booms to anyone who can’t get over someone who rejected you but stayed friends with you, because you never felt so insanely compatible with someone- and now you barely talk to them because you only got close through a limited-time/temporary club/group activity 😼
💥💥💥
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Juliet is stronger than me fr, i would have broken up with shawn after this shit.
I distinctly remeber judging abigail hardcore after she met up with henry after shawn told her not to. Then he turns around and does this shit.
Its alright. Still love him though.
See those salacious eyes, Luring me in one more time. When he cried I felt it inside, A serenade for me to lose my mind.
So the boy who cried wolf, Kept wailing for more. And like a fool, I kept Answering him till the day he left.
013125
the galaxy inside my heart is so brilliant because you exist in it.
011225
I dream of sleeping.
I’m in a small apartment space where the light of a gray morning seeps into old windows.
My love came early in the morning and together, we made breakfast. After cleaning up our dishes, we sit on my couch.
Though it’s small, it holds us both well.
He kisses me gently. Butterflies swarm our every thought until we soon find ourselves unable to keep our eyes open.
Sleep has come to visit us, to cradle us in its gentle arms.
We have no worries in our hearts.
As we sleep, it’s pleasant. It’s dreamless, but only because we already are in a dream together.
I dream of sleep with the one i love, to rest in his arms as he rests in mine.
I pray I never awaken.
眠る夢を見る。
古い窓に灰色の朝の光が差し込む、小さなアパートの一室にいる。
朝早く愛しい人がやってきて、一緒に朝食を作った。食器を片付けた後、私のソファに座る。
小さなソファだが、私たちふたりをしっかりと支えてくれる。
彼は私に優しくキスをする。蝶が私たちのあらゆる思考に群がり、やがて私たちは目を開けていられなくなる。
眠りが私たちを訪れ、その優しい腕の中で私たちを揺り動かす。
私たちの心には何の心配もない。
眠りは心地よい。夢はないが、それは私たちがすでに夢の中にいるからにほかならない。
私は愛する人と眠る夢を見る。彼が私の腕の中で休むように、私も彼の腕の中で休む。
私は決して目覚めないことを祈る。
010125
The sounds of dancing and singing echo through the home that belongs to my friends. Flashes of green red and blue streak across the living room that has already been lit by fairy lights and Christmas tree lights.
He sits beside me and embraces me as I laugh at the joy before me.
It is almost the new year.
Songs go by, and the minutes turn into hours that I’ve been lost in time. The heaviness of sleeping begins to weigh on me.
Tomorrow will be a battle I never thought I’d have to face.
As we all head outside for the last minutes of the old year, he keeps me close. And the winter night, I can hear his heartbeat. We climb up a tree so that we may get to the rooftop.
Scoured upon the roof are our friends, each laughing about memory or talking about things that will be treasured for a lifetime.
He and I lie on our backs, staring at the stars.
We confess our New Year’s resolutions, and start to talk about the idea that maybe one day, we won’t have to part for the night.
I’m so overflowing with love for him. A wonderful future exists so brightly before us, and with him I feel I can do anything.
The outside becomes more quiet as each, and every one of our friends leave for the inside warmth.
We both remain outside, counting down the minutes that are left.
2024 was not kind of me. I have lived a life of travesty and despair. Many people think it’s quite strange, but never once did it seem like I’ve gotten a break from what life throws from me.
But I never been given what was dealt, then I would’ve never met him.
My beloved.
He’s a shining star that sings to me when I cannot speak or breathe. He’s a heart that laughs with me when I have joy to share. Arms that hold me, hands that dry my tears that seldom come.
He is that I wish come true, though I have suffered, I am blessed to know that I love him and that I am loved by him.
Midnight comes and he looks me in the eyes.
He whispers a gentle Happy New Year, cupping my face. The both of us become closer and in the first moment of 2025, we share a kiss—my first kiss.
All of my tears and heartache make sense to me. All of the pain and sorrow, though I have peace of my own, feel as if I was meant for this moment with him.
The love in my soul for him keeps overflowing.
I don’t know what this year has to hold before us. There are bound to be beautiful memories alongside painful ones. Not everything will be easy now that 2024 is dead and gone. But I pray for love, peace, hope and happiness. I pray that I grow more into who I am meant to be and that I am able to see they joy that was always set before me. I pray that he is my last first kiss for all time, and that God above blesses us as much as I have been blessed all of my life. I pray my friends are aware of how much love I have for them, so they may fall asleep never feeling as if they have no one who loves and cares for them.
I pray for you all as well, readers. May your years of tears and laughter find you in 2025 and offer you the beauty of this wonderful world.
友人たちの家に、ダンスと歌声が響き渡る。すでにフェアリーライトやクリスマスツリーのイルミネーションで彩られたリビングルームに、緑と赤と青の閃光が走る。
彼は私の横に座り、目の前の喜びに笑う私を抱きしめた。
もうすぐ新年だ。
歌は過ぎ去り、数分が数時間に変わり、私は時を忘れていた。眠ることの重苦しさが私にのしかかる。
明日は思いもよらない戦いが待っている。
旧年の最後の数分間、私たち全員が外に出るとき、彼は私をそばに置いてくれた。冬の夜、彼の鼓動が聞こえる。私たちは木に登り、屋上に出る。
屋上には私たちの友人たちが集まり、思い出話に花を咲かせたり、一生の宝物について語り合ったりしている。
彼と私は仰向けになり、星空を見つめる。
私たちは新年の抱負を告白し、いつか一晩の別れをしなくて済む日が来るかもしれないという考えを話し始める。
私は彼への愛に溢れている。素晴らしい未来が目の前に広がっていて、彼と一緒なら何でもできる気がする。
友人たちが一人、また一人と暖かい屋内へと去っていく中、外は静まり返っている。
私たちは外に残り、残された時間をカウントダウンする。
2024年は私にとって不運な年だった。私は茶番と絶望の人生を送ってきた。多くの人が奇妙に思うだろうが、私は人生から投げかけられたものから解放されたことがない。
しかし、もし私に与えられたものがなければ、彼に出会うことはなかっただろう。
私の最愛の人。
彼は、私が話すことも息をすることもできないときに歌ってくれる輝く星。私が喜びを分かち合うとき、一緒に笑ってくれる心。彼は私を抱きしめてくれる腕であり、めったに出てこない涙を乾かしてくれる手である。
彼は私の願いをかなえてくれる。私は苦しんだが、私が彼を愛し、彼が私を愛していることを知ることができ、私は恵まれている。
真夜中が訪れ、彼は私の目を見つめた。
彼は私の顔を腕で包み込み、新年おめでとうと優しくささやいた。そして2025年の最初の瞬間、私たちは最初のキスを交わした。
私の涙と心の痛みは、すべて私に理解された。私自身の平安はあるにせよ、すべての痛みと悲しみは彼とのこの瞬間のためにあったように感じる。
私の魂の中の彼への愛は溢れ続けている。
今年は何が待ち受けているかわからない。辛い思い出とともに美しい思い出もあるはずで、2024年が終わった今、すべてが容易ではないだろう。でも、愛と平和と希望と幸福を祈ります。私は、私がなるべき自分にもっと成長し、私の前にいつも定められていた喜びを見ることができるように祈ります。彼が私の人生最後のファーストキスであることを願い、私が人生で祝福されたように、上の神が私たちを祝福してくださるよう祈ります。私の友人たちが、私がどれだけ彼らを愛しているかを知り、彼らを愛し、気にかけてくれる人が誰もいないかのように感じることなく眠りにつくことができるよう祈ります。
読者の皆さんのためにも祈ります。涙と笑いの歳月が2025年にあなたを見つけ、この素晴らしい世界の美しさをあなたに提供しますように。
122524
With all the love within me, I wish you all a merry Christmas. May the hearts of those who weep be cradled gently in peace. May the lonely, lost and weary rest in the light of hope.
You are beautiful and worth more than all the silver and gold of the season. May you all be blessed and cherished.
私の中にあるすべての愛を込めて、皆さんにメリークリスマス。泣いている人の心が、平和の中で優しく揺り動かされますように。孤独な人、迷った人、疲れた人が希望の光の中で休めますように。
あなたは美しく、この季節のすべての銀や金よりも価値がある。皆さんが祝福され、大切にされますように。
122223
Oh, my love, it's so late into the night. The moment you see me, you pull me into your sanctuary. In your arms, I don't lose myself.
Your eyes capture me in the scene of a still ocean, I wish on every glistening shell.
You have a voice that loves to elevate, but when you're with me, it's soft as a spring breeze. Each tender word of affection reaches me like flowers in the wind. I'm colored by your kindness.
I lost my tears so long ago, but you still have so many in your precious heart. I'll collect them all like stars and wish to keep them dear for the rest of my life.
Your kisses are trees, ever-growing and deeply rooted in love. I pray this forest of your gentle proclamations remain steadfast through the ages.
There is future I pray for, my love. If you'd have me, I want to hold your hand through every tempest. I want to watch your dreams bloom into a garden everyone will marvel at. I want to be with you until I cannot recall a life without you.
"Just for tonight." Oh, darling, may "tonight" be forever.
ああ、愛しい人よ、こんな夜更けに。私を見た瞬間、あなたは私を聖域に引きずり込む。あなたの腕の中で、私は自分を見失わない。
あなたの瞳は、静まり返った海の情景に私をとらえ、私は輝く貝殻のひとつひとつに願いをかける。
あなたの声は高揚感を好むが、私といるときは春風のように柔らかい。優しい愛情の言葉ひとつひとつが、風にそよぐ花のように私に届く。私はあなたの優しさに彩られている。
私はずいぶん前に涙をなくしてしまったけれど、あなたの大切な心にはまだたくさんの涙が残っている。私はそれらを星のように集め、残りの人生を大切にしたいと願う。
あなたのキスは木々であり、常に成長し、愛に深く根ざしている。あなたの優しい宣言のこの森が、時代を経ても揺るがないことを祈ります。
祈る未来がある、愛しい人よ。もしあなたが私を必要としてくれるなら、私はどんな嵐の中でもあなたの手を握っていたい。あなたの夢が花開き、誰もが感嘆するような庭になるのを見届けたい。あなたのいない人生を思い出せなくなるまで、あなたと一緒にいたい。
"今夜だけ" ああ、ダーリン、"今夜 "が永遠でありますように。
121924
I’m sitting in my work’s break room, eating a piece of cheesecake. Someone made this.
Was it a labor of love?
I wonder if the cake was made with tears or laughter.
I wake up and ponder if my work looks like love or survival. I’m not where I want to be, not at all. But is it helping me live even just a little?
I dream of mornings with fried eggs and toast. Days off, I watch him smile as he write and I illustrate. When I sleep, I squeeze tight the plushes I bought myself on good and bad days.
I love, I breathe, I hope. I was made to love and hope, not to throw my heart away for survival.
Perhaps, though I don’t want to be here forever, this job of mine is helping me to have little memories. Maybe this work of mine is leading me to where I want to be.
But maybe I am allowed to embrace the desire for something more.
Walking in the diamond ocean, the sound of waves calling me home. The humming of his heartbeat as he sways in dance with me. The scent flowers from millions of mothers, the glittering of a million stars, the taste of a creamy cake lightly dipped in strawberry perfection—I was made for beautiful things.
All of our beautiful souls were made for beautiful things, so never give up on what makes your heart beat with love.
職場の休憩室でチーズケーキを食べている。誰かが作ったものだ。
愛の結晶だろうか。
このケーキは涙を流して作ったのだろうか、それとも笑って作ったのだろうか。
目が覚めると、自分の仕事が愛に見えるのか、サバイバルに見えるのか、考え込んでしまう。私は自分の望むところにはいない。でも、少しでも生きる助けになっているだろうか？
目玉焼きとトーストの朝を夢見る。休みの日は、彼が書き、私がイラストを描きながら微笑むのを見る。寝るときは、良い日も悪い日も自分で買ったぬいぐるみをぎゅっと握りしめる。
私は愛し、呼吸し、願う。私は愛し、希望を抱くために作られたのであって、生きるために心を投げ出すために作られたのではない。
もしかしたら、ずっとここにいたいとは思わないけれど、私のこの仕事は、小さな思い出を持つことを助けてくれているのかもしれない。もしかしたら、私のこの仕事は、私が望む場所に私を導いてくれているのかもしれない。
でも、私はもっと何かを求めてもいいのかもしれない。
ダイヤモンドの海を歩き、波の音が私を家に呼ぶ。私とダンスをしながら揺れる彼の鼓動。何百万もの母親から届く花の香り、100万もの星のきらめき、イチゴの完璧な味に軽く浸されたクリームケーキの味......。
私たちの美しい魂は皆、美しいもののために作られているのだから、自分の心を愛で鼓動させるものを決してあきらめてはいけない。
121524
It’s Sunday afternoon. A grey covering scrapes across a pale blue sky. I’m just outside the city, where the trees are watercolored in reds, oranges, yellows and browns guard the local lake.
I’m in his home, in his arms. It’s been cloudy, so I have a headache partnered with some weariness. He keeps me close, asking how I’m feeling as I close my weary eyes.
Light peers into the windows, but not nearly enough to overcome us. Like a cathedral, parts of his jacket are stained with a gentle light. I cannot see his face, but I know he’s shining.
Within slow, shifting moments, our bodies turn and he embraces me. His gentle arms take my whole body in, and my back is secured in his hold. My arms reach from under his, and my fingers tangle in his long curly hair.
In a steady yet tender voice, he whispers that he loves me.
I want to love. I want to die. I want to love him until I die. Love and death, aren’t they one and the same somehow? After all, you lose a part of you in both of these things.
I haven’t loved so deeply in such a long time.
I have no mother or father to tell about him. But to anyone else, my friends, loved ones, and this small corner where I write, I want to say how much I love the boy who made my frozen heart bloom again.
日曜日の午後。淡い青空に灰色の覆いがかかっている。赤、オレンジ、黄色、茶色で彩られた木々が地元の湖を守っている。
私は彼の家で、彼の腕の中にいる。曇り空なので、私は頭痛と倦怠感に悩まされている。私が疲れた目を閉じると、彼は私のそばに寄り添い、気分はどうかと尋ねてくる。
窓から光が差し込むが、私たちを圧倒するほどではない。大聖堂のように、彼の上着の一部が優しい光で染まっている。彼の顔は見えないが、輝いているのはわかる。
ゆっくりと移り変わる瞬間のうちに、私たちの体は回転し、彼は私を抱きしめる。彼の優しい腕が私の全身を包み込み、私の背中は彼のホールドに固定される。私の腕は彼の下から伸び、私の指は彼の長い巻き毛に絡まる。
安定した、しかし優しい声で、彼は私を愛しているとささやく。
愛したい。死にたい。死ぬまで彼を愛したい。愛と死、それはどこか同じものではないだろうか。結局、どちらも自分の一部を失うのだから。
こんなに深く愛したのは久しぶりだ。
私には彼のことを語る母も父もいない。しかし、他の誰に対しても、私の友人や愛する人たち、そして私がこの文章を書いているこの小さなコーナーに対して、私の凍りついた心に再び花を咲かせた少年をどれほど愛しているかを伝えたい。
121424
I woke up to the great fogs of a winter morning. I normally don't sleep as I did, but l attained 10 hours of rest.
After showering, I ate a small breakfast and messaged the one I love. It was impromptu, but we decided to meet together and see his parents.
Together, we hung up Christmas baubles upon a tree and watched the Peanuts' specials in a warm living room showered in the evening glow of lamps. He joked with his parents and recalled fond memories of the past with them. In a gentle house full of love, he was the bright star. Or maybe, that's just how I see it. The person someone is around their parents can tell you so much about who they are as a character. In my eyes, I can see him as a person filled with love.
Love, huh.
I think that’s what has inspired me to start writing these little blog posts. There’s so much of it in me, how else could I express it?
My words are jumbled. They won’t always be that way, so I hope you enjoy and stay a while for this little blog of light and love.
冬の朝、私は大きな霧の中で目覚めた。いつもはこんなに眠れないのに、10時間も休んでしまった。
シャワーを浴びた後、ささやかな朝食を食べ、愛する人にメッセージを送った。即席だったが、一緒に会って彼の両親に会うことにした。
私たちは一緒にツリーにクリスマスの飾りを飾り、夕暮れのランプの光に照らされた暖かいリビングルームでピーナッツの特番を見た。彼は両親と冗談を言い合い、過去の思い出を懐かしんだ。愛に満ちた優しい家で、彼は輝く星だった。あるいは、私がそう見ているだけかもしれない。両親のそばにいる人は、その人の人となりがよくわかる。私の目には、彼が愛に満ちた人間として映る。
愛、か。
それが、この小さなブログ記事を書き始めるきっかけになったと思う。私の中にはたくさんのものがあって、それをどうやって表現したらいいんだろう？
言葉がごちゃごちゃでごめんなさい。この光と愛の小さなブログを楽しんで、しばらく滞在してほしい。
I am the dumbest person i have ever met. For real.
Accidentally i ended up in a polygamous relationship. You're sure to wonder how that works. Very easily. First i was in a relationship with my little crush. Had argued. Didn't know what i was about. He had not answered for several months. I've heard that he has a new girlfriend. I thought, good ok. Some time later i started to build a relationship with my big crush. Then he answered again. It was not over by his side. That with the new girlfriend was not true. Now I feel bad. The two are also friends. I'm lucky they do not talk about this. On the one hand, i don't want to break the heart of the one. On the other hand, i don't want to break that with the other one before it starts. I've been thinking about a polygamous relationship before. But they wouldn't have agreed to that because they didn't understand it and didn't want to understand it. I want to be honest with them. But how? I wouldn't only lose a partner but also a friend. Both mean so much to me and i've known them for a long time. What shall i do now? Sry this will be the first testpost of mine 😅
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"are you the golden retriever or the black cat in your relationship?" neither mf im the crow. like doing my own thing a lot of the time and being independent but will show up frequently to pester you with affection and bring you small trinket gifts i've collected on my travels. let me perch on ur shoulder pls ily :3
no cuz u can't convince me that katie was not the top in the relationship
/pjo
i love my man i would carve his name into me for him.
Tumblr wasiyo saare sad sad post kar rhe ho...kisi ke life me koi aa rha hai kisi ke life se koi jaa rha hai...jo chal rha hai chalne do..don't be Sad.. try to be happy guys....jo hona hai hoga hi....
Ye samne se sabse baatein karna time dena value karna help karna kab chhutega..phir expect karta hu ki vo bhi same kare aur phir hurt hota hu....
I have two personality one who wants to talk nicely and keep good relation with anyone and it is genuine but dusra wala thoda tharki ho jaata hai jo kabhi kabhi sexting karne ka man karta hai but ho dono me se kuchh nhi rha 😂
सबके प्यार में दिल टूट रहे तो खुश है कौन....🤔
if you think i am desperate, No baby i just value people and love to talk otherwise once i let you go then i don't care you exist or not.....
Career pe focus karne ke liye koi pyaar ko chhod rha hai yaa postponed kar rha hai to sahi hai yaa galat, What do you guys think ??
“Not everyone who is single is lonely; not everyone who is taken is in love.”
— Unknown