phantom

the unsayable the most human of things happy souls sad souls triteness of life

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13 reasons is staring to make more and more sense to me these days.

[quotemadness]

“Love received and love given comprise the best form of therapy.”

— Gordon Allport

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

Resigned to the fate then

A listening ear

Destiny

Questions

Judgement

Unorthodox

Outrunning is not in the cards

So you roll over and listen

Yet again

Okay

Might have been stingy with my ear in the past life then

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

I pray you never have to cry by yourself.

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

If I feel like dying shouldn't I just die

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

100 posts!century post bitches

[catchymemes]

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If only I could share this

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

It's amazing how having a lingerie image gets you shit ton followings everyday

[quotemadness]

“You think attention is love, and that’s why you suffer so deeply.”

— Unknown

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

I don't know what love is

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

Help I can't stop crying

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

Love is hope . Is it. It is infatuation I think. Love is despair. Love is ache. Love is that which makes us feel the lack of everything else . Love is balm.but is it. I find it to be torture. The blind leap of faith you want to take but always scared about the aftermath. About being the one ridiculed cause one always leaves and the one left is shattered with denial and confusion. so much confusion. Love heals . It does heal for a few weeks it does . But it also leaves . It leaves out of nowhere leaving you disorientated and the ache .oh the aching.the tears. Oh god the tears . Clutching the heart as we believe that us where it hurts the most and crying in the pillow.love is a fools errand ,do they say that. I don't know but i think it to be true. It is foolish to be willing to go through all the other emotions and suffer just for the one single overrated emotion. To be so scared yet so hopeful. Wanting nothing to do with it .yet never ceasing to hope for it. Romanticism and love.we confuse the two I guess. Despair and longing is it any different . I wonder and keep on repeating the same mistake or maybe it is the way of life and not necessarily a mistake. Kind of like us buying apple products despite their crazy antics to make us spend all we earn and we endorse it just as more. Life is all about making mistakes and repeating it on loop until we figure it out and then avoid everything to repeat the same mistake and in doing so we go through the exact motion of making another mistakes . Just another hamster on the wheel.

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

I hate this unbearable aching I have within me,clawing at my innards for all it is worth but never breaking the surface outwards. It hurts and I don't know why it hurts and how to make it not hurt this much. All I know is it hurts.

Or maybe I do know why it hurts and how i can make it stop but

Idk

Ugh

I hate it

[perrfectly]

“I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.”

— Jongup

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I don't think any of us can really

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

I know I am all you can think about!

Worry not you are on my mind just the same.

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

I can't give up right before my miracle.

[a-sadfuckingbitch]

I had to get it off my chest

I needed to let it go

I had been holding the candle for a whole year

And the flame had destroyed the skin I had

Chipping at ut one cell at a time

Rendering my sensesation to irratic thumps

So I did

Only I didn't do it as I had planned to do it

And now I still have this anxiety creeping up

Waiting for that very flame to relit itself at Aby given second

I exhaust myself with all this duplicitous mindset

Needing to set myself straight every few hours

I am holding on tight to the spirit of this merry Christmas to shine the way forward for me

I don't expect any balm for the flame licked palms

I just need to let it go

I need myself to be able to let it go

Building an altar for living is so not the way to be.