im the designer of my own catastrophy

i spit poison and bleed metaphors

[forex-funded-ny-deactivated2022]

Don’t fuck with someone’s feelings because you’re unsure about yours.

(via concealedpersona)

[concealedpersona]

Almost

He was my just about. That one person I could confide into, share all my secrets with and could hold my hands when they quiver from sadness and anxiety. He was roughly my ending, but we got caught up in the middle of our story. The sentence that could still be saved by a comma but we still chose to finish with a period; the interlude I have to accept.

He was my beautiful start, delicate middle but very poignant ending.

He was my almost lover, almost basis of my existence, almost happily ever after, almost everything.

But who am I to weep over that gone astray almost. When that almost entirely saved my life? I am grateful.

The perfect storm that wreck but at the same time gave delight to my heart’s most desire.

[help-n-quotes]

I want to be alone and I want people to notice me - both at the same time.

Thom Yorke (via help-n-quotes)

[concealedpersona]

You stopped holding my hands every time I tremble from anxiety. You stopped caressing my cheeks every time I felt reality creeping its way to desolate the last sane left in my conformity. You stopped staring at my face before you babble out from your mouth the words ‘I love you’ with such passion and adoration. You stopped saying your good night at 2am and your good morning at 4am, and that’s when I knew… That’s when I knew that I lost you.

concealedpersona (via concealedpersona)

[concealedpersona]

I miss every piece of you and it hurts. It hurts to know we will not be the same as we were before. I miss every words and stories we’ve shared and it hurts. It hurts knowing we’re strangers once more. I miss every stare, every glare and it hurts. It hurts to finally realize you won’t be able to look at me like that anymore. I miss the non-stop laugh and smile and it hurts. Every part of me hurts. Every move I make reminds me of you and it hurts. It fucking hurts. Everything fucking hurts.

c.p. (via concealedpersona)

[concealedpersona]

I want you to know that I like you, but I don’t want to tell you.

I like you. Three words I want you to hear coming out of my mouth. Three simple words I chose to keep rather than say because I thought that’ll make everything just fine and normal. But I guess, normal is a word already omitted in my vocabulary. I really don’t know what normal means. Because even if I chose to keep quiet, every piece inside of me screams otherwise. Every piece in me is chaos and travesty. Every piece of me outcries your name. I like you, but I don’t want to tell you. Because when I do, it’s either I gain something or I loose everything- and by everything I mean, you. You are everything to me. You are every piece of me. I don’t want to loose you just because I want you to know that I like you, that I really do. I’m still unsure if you feel the same thing and I’m afraid of rejections. Yes. I’m afraid of rejections. I’m a coward.

[fleeten-deactivated20150421]

don’t stare at the moon too long or else you’ll remember that nothing in this stupid fucking world makes sense

[concealedpersona]

See? Things change. No wonder why people are only good at the beginning.

[concealedpersona]

Today, I feel like drowning. And no one’s there to save me anymore.

[concealedpersona]

I’d rather die than deal with this miserable life. What’s the difference, anyway? I’m already dead and rotting inside.

[wnq-writers]

It wasn’t the right time, or maybe it never was.

aftertheam, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story

[concealedpersona]

Away he goes

Your hands are in mine They are the softest as clouds Every vein screams heaven Every bone calls out the stars Billows blur out my sight But your face still outshines In the obscurity and dusk You have held your radiance You guide me across nirvana And made me witness such How little by little, The setting sun blankets the sea As the rising moon embraces the dim Here is gone, The end is at scene My angel has flown away from my grip; I am left with feathers of our memories

[concealedpersona]

KINWADRADONG IKAW Ang sarap mong tignan. Lalo yung galaw ng iyong ulo sa musikang pinapakinggan. Tila batang inosente na ang nasa isip ay panay kasiyahan, walang iniisip na problema pagdating ng kinabukasan. Sana'y lagi kang ganyan. Ayoko nang isipin mong mga problema sa nakaraan. Isang tunay na ngiti katumbas ng pagkabuo ng aking isang buong buwan. Isang buong buwan na ang tanging magandang mukha mo ang nakalarawan. Isa kang magandang tanawin katulad ng kulay ng langit sa paglubog ng araw. Asul na may kahel na bihira mo lang matatanaw. Ikaw ay aking sisilipin hanggang abot ka ng aking paningin. Paningin na sayo lamang ihahabilin. Maari bang sayo ko na ihabilin? Sa paglaang ito'y hindi ko na kukunin. Kunin na ang damdamin na matagal nang pumailalim. Ikaw ang nag angat. Oo, inangat mo ito hanggang sa magkaroon ng pamagat. Nilagyan mo ng pamagat ang tulang matagal ko nang inuungkat. Pinunan mo ng letra ang salitang matagal nang hinahanap. Mapaglarong guhit ng buhay na inakala kong maiiwan sa baba. Ikaw ang nag-angat. Oo. Ikaw. Apat na guhit na pababa’t paakyat. Ang dating “ika” ay ginawa mong IKAW.

[kandidly]

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[concealedpersona]

I miss you so much, it hurts.

[gabriellabowden]

“50,000 years ago, there are not even a million people on the planet. 10,000 years ago, there’s, like, two million people on the planet. Now there’s between five and six billion people on the planet, right? Now, if we all have our own, like, individual, unique soul, right, where do they all come from? You know, are modern souls only a fraction of the original souls? ‘Cause if they are, that represents a 5,000 to 1 split of each soul in the last 50,000 years, which is, like, a blip in the Earth’s time. You know, so at best we’re like these tiny fractions of people, you know, walking… I mean, is that why we’re so scattered? You know, is that why we’re all so specialized?”

Before Sunrise, 1995

[gabriellabowden]

“I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away.”

Before Sunrise, 1995

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