areeiendi

[feelingsoftheday]

Being “raised right” doesn’t mean you don't drink, party, and smoke. Being raised right is how you treat people, your manners and respect.

[daluyon]

s o l a c e

[eliminated]

[randomreasonstolive]

Reason to Live #8693

 Opting to prioritize self-care, and starting to put serious effort into myself.  – Guest Submission

(Please don’t add negative comments to these posts.)

[madisoncounty]

LAVENDER HAZE MUSIC VIDEO + Pantone Shades of Lavender (insp)

[delightedslob]

Hi! please know that im witing this letter with love and acceptance so I ask you to read this with an open heart. These past few days have been rough for many atypical reasons so please bear with me for this may be long. Ijust want to get this off of my chest cause it feels like it’s eating me alive.

First off, I want to emphasize how grateful I for you. Your presence, your time, the knowledge you instilled in me, intentional and unintentionally, the love you made me feel, your effort, the way you looked at me and how you held my hand that it sent chills to my body down to my spine. All the beautiful things, all the good feelings, I'll be eternally grateful. If only I could have had held all the bad stuff back so we could have the good.

Following, I want to say sorry for all the bad. Sorry for the times when Im so difficult; moments when even I can't understand myself . Sorry for I know you werent ready for this and for what’s coming. I’m so sorry for overthinking and for over-analysing things for it didn’t only affect me but it also affected you too. I know it’s been hard for you because it’s vigorous to adapt in doing things you’re not accustomed with. I’m sorry if you feel like I expected too much but know I tried so hard not to ask things from you. Lastly, I want to say sorry for the words I’ve said and things I’ve done which made you feel bad about yourself and left you with a heavy heart.

With gratitude and empathy, I want you to know why I love you and chose to love you. It is my longing which led me to you. You were never the person I thought I would cling to and fall in love with. In fact, I never really liked you. Pretentious and people-pleasing, characters of you I never liked but I realized I need. We both know there came a point in my life when I’m as if sweet dancing in a burning room where you came and calmed my storms; for that I’m forever grateful. But this characters grew on me, badly. It grew on me like a forest wildfire not even my storms can kill.

It is your pretending that gave birth to the lies and everything in between the same time it killed my trust. Part of me wants to understand and give benefit to you but what’s there to give when you make it hard for me to believe you. I was just only asking for the truth because I thought I was worth it. I thought I was worth the truth.

Last but not the least, I somehow understand why I was so eager to have you; maybe because of the catch, maybe I thought you were different.

You were very hard on me; telling me things like you find yourself hard to fall in love but apparently you fell in love so easily not once but twice in a short span of time. It made me think, what do you want me to feel during those times? That I am not enough? I’m not worth loving?

You said you don’t say I love you if you don’t really mean it. Apparently, that’s not true. Some people made you do it as easy as 123. What’s with me? Am I not worth the words? Is it joyful seeing me TRY?

You have the guts lying to me while looking at me in the eyes. The same look you give me while you’re telling me how much lucky you are having me. The look that’s making me want to believe you. Now tell me, can you blame me that my mind doesn’t want to trust even if I want to?

Things like this crush me to the bones. The feeling of not being a part of something no matter how much you try. The pain of longing for something that you’re doing your actual best to have it then just for you to know others had it the easy way. It pains me to know I am not kind of guy. The guy who’s worth the truth, the guy who doesn’t deserve the love, and the guy who doesn’t receive reassurance. It’s okay, because I am the MAN, the man who loves himself.

Love really is wonderful. It can either make or break you. Still, I want to believe in love. To love someone who believes in love the same way I do, that’s my promise. Until then, I don’t see myself loving someone else. This is a love letter maybe not for anyone else but for myself.

Ali, It’s been a long ride. Please know and always remember that I am truly grateful. I’m proud of you and the person you’ve become. Thank you for the joy and sorry for the pain. If there’s a chance, I want to still be a part of your life by being friends with you. 🖤

[nat-20s]

HUGE shout out to purple for being the only color that has like no losers. Deep purple royal purple bluish purple redish purple pastel purple dusty purple lavender periwinkle violet like. Banger after banger after banger!!

[lalakinghinugotsatadyang]

Hirap satin, hirap na

hirap tayong maglabas

ng sama ng loob. Kaya

tayo sobra sobrang

nalulungkot.

Absorb and

acknowledge nalang,

self. Di ka problema ng

ibang tao para tanungin

pa kung kumusta ka,

kung okay ka lang o

kung okay ka pa ba...

O baka sawa na sila, baka rinding rindi na, kasi paulit-ulit ka nalang nasasaktan. Ang di nila alam, maraming dahilan kung bakit ka nasasaktan.

Kaya mo yan self.

[vc-nts]

You left and suddenly it was as if my bed was never mine to begin with.

I couldn’t sleep cause I felt a phantom pain.

I kept waiting for your arms to be wrapped around my body.

To feel your breath on my neck, and your big warm body beside me.

You were gone and my panic attacks came back.

But then the day came and it was no better than the night.

My bedroom would see no light until past noon.

Breakfast was no longer an option, lunch became optional, and dinner just disappeared all the way.

Cause what was the point on cooking?

What was the point if you were not going to be sitting across the dinner table from me?

There were moments when I would forget you were gone.

I would just be standing in the stove, waiting for you to burst through the front door.

And then reality would kick in.

And so would the tears.

I hate how dependent I became from you.

I never needed anyone before. Maybe I don’t even need you.

Maybe all of this is just withdrawal syndrome.

After all that’s what you were. A drug. Highs and lows. Excitement and depression.

Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety.

I still feel the need of you from time to time. So, yeah, I guess that’s the solution: time.

[shes-not-mine]

i knew you were never attainable, so i love you from afar the idea of you so beautiful, i refuse to seek the true reality

wonder is a synonym for beauty we fall for things we do not understand for the excitement of not knowing intoxicates our souls the thrill of risking everything for the unknown is romantic

strip something of its essence, and replace it with fact and figure, the appeal is no longer existent; the thrill cease to be el sol glows as a gentle jewel hanging from my window up close, she wields enchanting flames of destruction

[sorcerersseestars]

Corrupted

Gojo x reader, Geto x Gojo

perspective: Poem written about Gojo and Geto by reader.

themes of one-sided love/unrequited love

[“you”= Gojo] [“him”= Geto] [“I”= you/reader]

[wrote this after watching this amazing fananimation]

When moonlight spilled upon your face,                                                  Angel descended from above,                                                                Of evil nor sin was there trace –                                                    Naivety bled only love.

He placed dark handprints on your heart,                                                  Stygian eyes tainted your gaze.                                                                  Wounds left you wanting to restart,                                                 The pain to be gone in a blaze.

He took fire to your gleaming dreams,                                            Crushed your innocence underfoot.                                                 Now I watch you tear at the seams,                                                                Once bright face pale, ashen like soot. 

Your glimmering eyes swim with tears,                                           Bright crystals that dim with despair.                                                My arms try to shield you from fears,                                              You feel better, or so you swear.

Your heart longs for that accursed boy –                                         He who drew blood to your pure hands,                                                 He who taught you to destroy,                                                          And cackled through death – thought it grand.

I offer up my love to you – Your sweet smile almost convincing But your eyes – they spill with the truth, And when we touch, you are wincing.

There are ghosts swimming in your head – He is always behind your eyes: Haunting you, filling you with dread – Your crooked smile a poor guise.

I am filled with fear for the day That you will tear through the spoilt ground Sifting through bones of he you slayed  Fingers bleeding until he’s found

Eyes full of the wild your heart stores: Manic boiling blue irises But my heart and hands will join yours: I’ll bury my heart beside his.

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

Unrequited Love

The bittersweet memories of once upon a time left me without a smile.  Nothing to show the hard work or the endless dreams or maybe all the thoughts of a love so sweet. Though I find myself unhappy because of my unwillingness to let go of the fake memories. Everybody has been there, hoping in despair and trying to find something there.  But nothing one could do can stop the heartbreak and despair setting in and finding nothing in the end. All one can do is try to find peace or maybe even acceptances from the past bittersweet memories. No one warned me about the brutality of unrequited love or how one can not seem to find a way out of the bitterness of this sweet turning sour. While every one expects me to move on and all I can do is look on to the past. I can not seem to find a way out of this loneliness I seem to seep in. But I walk on to try to move on and sometimes it feels like I did. Then the memories starts again and I am back to the end. The end of the delusions and the pain comes back once again. When will I begin to feel a bit free? When will the misery give in to glee? I just stand there and stare, hoping no one sees me there. Maybe then it will finally let go and be the beginning of finally being free from the bittersweet memories. 

[shes-not-mine]

you were never mine in the first place but the serpent of your name carved in someone else’s heart has the same poison in its fangs as the serpent that would be if you belonged to me

its bite intoxicated me with jealousy, infecting my bloodstream, and every inch of my being but i have no right to be this way, for i am not yours, and you are not mine

yet, why do i present the same symptoms as someone who watched their lover fall for someone else doctor, oh doctor, can you cure me of this ailment may i mistake these feelings for something they are not

[dontcallmeidontexist]

I'm not saying I still think of you

But if something good happens

You're the one I would run to

If I am met with misery and pain

Only you could make it go away

And if there is a love song in the radio

Our past comes back like a tornado

[fatimaamerbilal]

and we didn’t talk after that.

“falling in love is an eerie flame / and i'm burning to death.”

fatima aamer bilal, from we didn’t talk after that (28th january 2022).

[coffee-scripts]

I’ve started to wonder

If there’s something broken in me

Maybe I’m made to love

Not to be loved

[suggestionsofkindness]

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but not being in a romantic relationship or having little or no experience in a romantic relationship does not make you weird. Society just place a lot of weight on romance for some reason, so it’s seen as something everyone must want to be in. And I’m here to tell you: You really don’t. Not wanting a romantic relationship, not having experience with romantic relationships or having little experience does not make you weird. First of all love comes in many forms, and you can have a beautiful and fullfilling life without romantic love. But if you do want a romantic relationsship, know that you may feel a lot more alone or weird than you actually are.

The thing is, when society deems something as “desirable, important, a must have” then you will likely not have a whole lot of people raising their hands and talking about their experience if it goes against that “goal”. Which is why we need to share stories and broaded the spectrum of experiences. People feel alone, and they are scared of talking about their experience/wants, so because of that you actually don’t know how many are in the same shoes as you. And people who fit with these goals will speak more, cause they do not have the fear of being weird. There can be a million reasons why it hasn’t happened yet, or why you have limited experience. You’re fine, I promise. And if you want a romantic relationship now or at some point in the future, I hope you find someone really nice & gentle, whom you just click with. 🌸