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[alefthecreator]

‘I have always been alone anyway’

I just turned 28 this week. It feels strange to say because I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel younger or older, I don’t feel like anything. The night before my birthday I took a walk and all of a sudden a realized something. What a relief. I was always afraid of being alone, for all my life, I did everything in a way that I would never be alone. Birthdays, milestones, graduations, when mom got sick, when dad got sick, when I had my first job, when I quit my first job, when I moved to another country, when I lost loved ones, when I was broke, when I was so depressed to get out of bed, when I was so happy, when I woke up in the morning. I was always afraid I would be alone. That people would leave and friends would stop loving me. And yet that day I realized, somehow, I have been all alone since the birth of that fear. On every occasion. Every time I just mentioned. Every morning, every evening. And all the friends left. And I survived. I am now 28. What a relief.

“I've always been lonely

But don't be afraid

I've always been lonely

Like a song never played”

-BB King

[alefthecreator]

tavana bakıyorum günlerdir, tavan da bana bakıyor geri. bu hayatta yeni hiçbir şey olmuyor.

[saddfuture]

[alefthecreator]

Add something, if you like.

[kushandwizdom]

Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via kushandwizdom)

[alefthecreator]

Ballad of Blind Love An honest man, an upright man tralalalalla tralallaleru found himself with his heart aflame for a woman who didn't feel the same. "Tomorrow," she said, "come lay at my feet" tralalalalla tralallaleru "Tomorrow," she said, "come lay at my feet your mother's heart for my dogs to eat." So he went and killed his poor mama. tralalalalla tralallaleru He yanked her heart right out of her chest and went back to his love thinking she'd be impressed. The heart didn't do it. The heart didn't do it. tralalalalla tralallaleru To some further bloodshed she was inclined; she wanted still more proof that his love was blind. "If you really love me," she insists tralalalalla tralallaleru "If you really love me," she insists, you'll open all the veins in both your wrists." He opened all the veins in both his wrists, tralalalalla tralallaleru and as the blood spurted out of his veins, he ran like a madman to see her again. She said to him, in fits of laughter tralalalalla tralallaleru She said to him, in fits of laughter, "as a final test, it's your death I'm after." And while his color faded away, and his blood slowly dripped to the ground, her vanity thrilled, for she could say: a man had killed himself to try and bring her round. Gently and sweetly blew the wind outside tralalalalla tralallaleru but suddenly she found herself dissatisfied when she saw that he was happy as he died. Happy as he died, and in love it seemed while she got nothing from all his pains: not his love, nor his esteem, only the drying blood flowing from his veins.

[alefthecreator]

I have spent many years in war with myself that I recently realized I forgot to take the hand of the little girl in me. Ask her what she wants. What she needs. Instead I turned into everyone else, anything else to make me feel better. In the end, I always found myself lying on the floor, broken into infinite number of pieces. Anything and everyone let me down. I know she wouldn't. I forgot to take her hand. Now I should find her

[alefthecreator]

I felt blue, so did the view

[alefthecreator]

I believe in sadness. It's just a habit.

[alefthecreator]

“Why must one talk? Often one shouldn’t talk, but live in silence. The more one talks, the less the words mean.“

-One of the greatest  dialogues I have ever read, that is full of meaning and wisdom.

[alefthecreator]

I could shut the fuck up with you.

[kushandwizdom]

The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears or the ocean.

Unknown, (via kushandwizdom)

I want to go to the seaside. Please someone take me to the side.

[alefthecreator]

Still, the sun is hot. Still, one get over things. Still, life has a way of adding day to day.

Virginia Woolf

[alefthecreator]

Ciao Roma.

It’s been two months today since i moved to Rome for Erasmus. It is wonderful, it is like magic but it has been blurry. There are things that strolling in the dark places of my mind, a couple of days have passed with thinking and thinking. There are things I don't- can't- understand. Makes me feel uncomfortable. But this city. I can't find the words. Makes you feel every feeling at extremes, there is no mediocre for Rome. Hope everything will be fine. It already is. But you know. What I mean....

[theblogofeternalstench]

[movedtozixxie]

how all guys should react if a girl doesn’t want to.

[sleptonshawty-deactivated201408]

how all girls should react if a guy doesn’t want to.

[antlercalves]

how anyone should react to anyone that doesn’t want to

[mrsmelchiorgabor]

GUYS THIS IS FROM SHAMELESS AND IT’S VIRAL IT HAS LIKE 700K NOTES AND IT’S FROM SHAMELESS AND GAHHHH

[mickeyandmumbles]

LET’S GET THIS TO ONE MILLION BEFORE SEASON FIVE STARTS

[apoteosj]

Ogni volta che la vedo la rebloggo. Mi piace troppo.

[solinellanebbia]

☸

[alefthecreator]

‘And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you're there Or has somebody's goodnight kisses got that covered? When I'm not being honest I pretend that you were just some lover...’

One of the greatests. You should listen.

[f-lorens-deactivated20141013]

[alefthecreator]

‘The fuck does a squirrel have to do with waffles anyway?’

-Mickey Milkovich

Laughed my ass off at that scene. :D

[alefthecreator]

Buradan pası , çatlak boyaları falan göremiyorsun ama bu yerin gerçekte ne olduğunu görüyorsun . Plastikten yapılmış kadar bile sağlam değil . Kağıttan bir kent. Şunlara bir bak, bütün şu çıkmaz sokaklara , aynı yere dönen caddelere , parçalanması için inşa edilmiş bütün şu evlere bak . Kağıttan evlerinde yaşayan bütün şu kağıttan insanlar , kendilerini ısıtmak için geleceği yakıyorlar . Bütün kağıttan çocuklar , bir serserinin kağıttan büfeden onlar için aldığı birayı içiyor . Herkes bir şeylere sahip olma çılgınlığıyla kendini kaybetmiş . Bütün bu şeyler kağıt inceliğinde ve kağıt kırılganlığında . Ve bütün insanlar da . Yirmi bir yıldır burada yaşıyorum ve hayatımda bir kez olsun gerçekten önemli bir şeyle ilgilenen tek bir insanla karşılaşmadım .