it was years of learning

izyanesmeralda

[tunisian]

i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.

[aeneiz]

la haula wa laa kuwata illa billah

[aeneiz]

Receiving love and warmth in your low phases is like getting a life jacket that finally fits your spirit, it’s fuel that keeps you going in moments your energy is running on empty, it’s connections with capacity to hold this space for you that should never be taken for granted.

[leonardospoetry]

Lil' poem today to remind us to have the courage to keep living with an open heart ❤️

[nothingbutloveforyou]

some people make us feel at home. their voice, their smell, their entire presence can make us feel safer than any four walls with a roof could attempt to and i think if you have someone like that you're really freaking lucky.

[fairydrowning]

"Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear."

– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

[aeneiz]

today my heart broke just thinking about what could’ve been different, im probably scarred for life for something i should have seen coming

something i’d probably never recover from

i blame me for catching feelings

i blame me for reciprocating

i blame me for falling

i blame me for putting my heart on my sleeve

and i blame me for opening up when i shouldn’t

i blame me for still thinking about someone who could easily replace me

i blame me for still having him in my prayers

i blame me for trusting words > actions

i blame me for coming back to sg and meeting people i shouldn’t

when it comes to the matter of hearts, who are we to be in control

i’d forever and always suppress these feelings for you

i blame me for questioning my worth and to put my dignity in line

i blame me for pretending im ok when im not

i could never have imagine myself dreading life and i wish i never met you D

it still hurts

[aeneiz]

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[fairydrowning]

Sometimes I wonder how we people are. Like, you can love someone and still let them go. Insane, insane it is.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

via @/flintcoded

[metamorphesque]

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, from letters to Natalie Paley

[text ID: Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence.]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I was here. I loved you. Some days, it wasn't enough.”

— Chelsea Dingman, "Things I Never Give Myself Permission to Say,"