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@anankeria
I've lived my whole life behind closed doors. Even now, it feels like every door around me is closed.
It is not in the pursuit of happiness that we find fulfillment, it is in the happiness of pursuit.
Amid stability, there may still be something one feels lacking. It's either you go for it or just stay in the calm. In any case, you are the only one to decide.
With all the noes and whys, I pushed it through.
This is me striving for the sense of fulfillment of past hopes and promises, and serving as an inspiration to my young son.
Truly, He has made everything beautiful in its time.
... to live outside the bounds of time.
Always too loud just to feel relevant.
It’s sick how you enjoy other people’s misery.
You want to believe the narrative you expect from me.
No matter how sincere and true the words spoken at the moment are, once the feeling is lost, it'll all just fade into thin air.
I often see mockery in people's eyes and I pretend not to notice. Maybe that's why some think I'm dumb.
Well, my life is already too tiring for me to care about your disapproval.
She wants to go home but is afraid to see her guardian flipping out again. She loves him, so much that she wants to do everything to achieve his dream... their dream. The girl has always looked up to him, for she knows his pain and how he gives his all for the children, no matter how futile it may seem. He's flawed that their love was shrouded by fear. Now, she's the only one he has.
Right after entering the dark place that used to be a home, she became frightened as he grips her arms tightly and pushes her to the wall. He then tried to strangle her, all while shouting words that cut through her heart. She's losing her breath as she keeps trying to speak and move to wake him up. It feels like it lasted forever, she resisted but to no avail. Suddenly she saw the rage in his face becomes shock, and then grief. He lets go of her and knelt down. He wept while she's struggling to breathe knowing just a few seconds more of that, it would've been her death.
She ran away. She ran as fast as she can in the middle of the night with nowhere to go. All she wants was to get away from him, to be safe. She ran until she got tired. She cried until she felt numb.
She thought of them, the other children. Do they have an idea of what's happening to her right now? Do they worry about her? Will they come back so that they'll all be happy again?
She felt alone.
What could she have done after that? She could have come to the police, or to her relatives, or to the other children. A lot of places she could have gone to.
But what is in the mind of a loving child?
For as traumatizing as it is, she walked very slowly back to the place that used to be a home.
Tears just won't stop.
Paramnesia
There they are, sitting on the beach. The sun, the ocean, wind in her hair and him just staring lovingly, it feels like they could go on forever. No words, yet the calmness of it all made them smile as they turn and look at each other. The love she felt when he hold her hand somehow assured her that no matter what comes along, they'll always get through it...
together.
Dissimulating
Behind every pretense is the heart that cries hard. Overwhelmed by grief yet it shows that strength all expected from it. Devastating it is, a living body with a dead soul.
Misstep
Maybe she really prevented it from spreading its wings. It regretted not flying away so high at once. The escape it never did caused ruin to its young life. What it dreamt would free itself, only brought unending chaos.
Here she thought it was happiness all along.
“Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.”
— Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life