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"Our promises have turned into dark pieces of ashes, Our lies have turned into woeful ugly cries. Does the fate ever give the chance to us?"
- h
We were too similar yet so unfamiliar,
It makes my heart aches till I can't breathe,
Cause I see myself in you, and I never see myself with you.
When I left you all alone at the garden,
I saw how you were just a kid, wanted to be loved.
I never blame, I never did but I wish you finally live the life you deserve.
Long story short, I survived.
But you are at the brilliant dawn of your youth, standing before a canvas that is entirely blank. You have so much sky ahead of you; it is a time to chase the horizon, to run full speed without looking back, not to tether your boundless potential to someone else too soon. I am reaching the grounding hour of my timeline, a space where the wild storms of youth are slowing down, and I crave peace and a steady path to settle into. I am grateful for the season we shared, even if it feels incomplete because our worlds never physically crossed.
He wore a gentleman’s velvet to hide the moth-eaten reality underneath. He didn't want the one; he wanted an audience. He traded in the currency of tragedy, a playwright of his own victimhood, hoping I wouldn't notice the stage lights flickering.
i genuinely want to know what are the conditions for impeachment of a president for america because apparently your president can fund & commit genocides, kidnap world leaders, be a felon, a sexual assaulter, openly threaten journalist, commit electoral fraud, fund mass deportations, killings & harrasment of civilians, wage wars on whim, & now is tweeting that "a whole civilization will die tonight" without any repercussions. like where you do draw the line genuinely and why do we southeast asians & swana countries have to suffer because of it???
fuck it i will figure it out somehow
the whole world seems to revolve around marriage i’m bored
I have retracted my silhouette from rooms where the air felt heavy with my own unrequited grace. It is a quiet, violent alchemy: to be the gold in someone else’s leaden world, only to realize you are being mined until hollow.
I am learning the cartography of old bruises. We are told not to disturb the soil of what broke us, but how else do we find the seeds? Perhaps I was never a victim of the storm, but the lighthouse that stayed lit while the ships chose to crash anyway. My ribs are no longer a harbor for those who refuse to sail. I am becoming a fortress built from the very stones they threw a resilience that does not require a second drowning. Let the world be strange; I will hold my breath until I find a sky that deserves my lungs.
Learning to let go is a heavier labor than I imagined. I thought I had found my "forever," but we were both just architects of our own delusions, building fantasies until we lost the ground beneath our feet. I hate the ghost of what we could have been, but you always chased your impulses while ignoring your needs.
Perhaps with age, you’ll realize that words and actions are merely guns and bullets—and they always fire in sync. If you aren't pulling the trigger on your own ego, you are aiming at the person beside you, destroying every grace you were once given.
Nothing grows in a stagnant soul. You remain in a cycle of destruction, waiting for a savior who will never arrive. My heart is fractured today, yet my capacity to love remains intact. You didn’t choose me, but you don't get to erase me. The void in your heart is now your own to keep; consider this my parting gift. You were a chapter I wrote with care, but I was just a blank page you shredded with your bare hands. Now, my world is in chaos, yet I stand perfectly still,like a man struck by lightning, frozen in the flash.
i’m gently cupping every woman’s face when I say this: there are things far worse than being single at any age
do not let your loneliness convince you that indifference or someone who is constantly hot + cold is better than being alone. being misunderstood or unappreciated is a loneliness of its own
you can be having the worst day of your life yet when you look outside the sun has never been brighter
the world doesn’t end even when we think it does