I have given up on everything except the believe, in thyself as if am anything special
Well, what if I had predicted that it was you the whole time and I was replying to you and not your friend.
would it change anything mate.
all this post that you created is sign of power and good heart, a sign of somebody trying to care about how they make others feel mate and I want to assure you that not many people are like you, if truly it's you. you have a unique heart in a world where everyone is minding their own gain
You are unique
You are special and
You should stand tall knowing that you harbor a unique heart and reasoning.
guys
what does it mean if you hurt someone
and
you don’t feel anything
…
asking for a friend
…
Fuck sex. Can you deal with me when my anxiety kicks in & my depression takes over?
In this Lent, a period of reflection, a time for self-understanding, a space for self-love. But most importantly, a moment to recognize that the Lord has been by our side and always will be, as long as we allow Him to be. For His will was never to impose Himself upon us, but for us to freely understand, and fall in love with His ways, His guidance, and His honest planning.
War has come. Where is my artillery? We have failed, drastically, to reach a truce with life. So now, let the war begin. I am not afraid.
We shall die but not this night.
This night is us on a bed in a rose garden looking at the stars laughing at the odds that had thought we couldn't meet and love and laugh and last.
Am an empty lot anything can fill yet, am so full of nothingness for something to fit in. Am in a state of despondency that nobody can revive my forlornness, am greatly agitated with myself, thus get scared for you my love when you say that you love me.
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Some are young rocks, arrows, spears, barrettes and jackhammers cant penetrate throw them. Opposite, lies the intricates the roses of this world the fragiles. For people like these it needs not much, a word, a gaze or silence and everything is shuttered.
Darkness comes on once in a while, it’s hard to escape it completely. A few who have triumphed escaping it are geniuses, precious and are lucky. To the rest of us, darkness visits once in a while
I once heard stories that God saves the cursed, but in this case, I’m sure I am the cursed. And all I need now is His hand to lift this curse of life, this darkness, this weight that I carry alone.