I wonder if anyone has ever written about me

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@elishamawiee
I wonder if anyone has ever written about me
How can I love the world when hate, terrorism, gender inequality, and so much bad things exist? The world is a cruel place, and I hated it.
But suddenly everything I knew about the world was a lie. It’s not so bad after all~ Because the world also has you.
No I’m not saying you can be a cure for all that, God knows we’ve still got a long way. But you can be mine- a cure for my hate and my own demons; my sense of peace.
I’m slowly becoming the best version of myself thanks to you. So how can I hate it?
- EV // 거짓말이야
I was happy before I met him. But I’m alive now, and those are not the same thing.
Nicola Yoon ; Everything, Everything
Lets talk about how hard it is to open up to someone about being sad for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to explain to your friends and family that you have this heavy feeling in your chest for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand why you’re having a panic attack while just taking a walk back home. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand your own self and how scary it is to feel like the whole world is falling on your shoulders and you have no idea why .
Don't find someone who's going to take your breath away. Find someone who's going to make you want to breathe. - EV
I miss home; and I don't mean a place.
You are drowning yourself by overthinking everything. The next time you find yourself overthinking or beating yourself over something, picture something simple and put no thought into it. Look at the trees moving in the wind or take a moment to look at how beautiful this world is. This world is too beautiful for you to waste your time in unecessary thoughts that are just drowning you.
Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts,rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.
Liam Neeson - (hatin)
Note to future self: Whatever you're stressing about probably isn't worth stressing about. Trust me. You've wasted so much time fussing over your fears instead of using it to something worth your time. Stop. I know it can't be that easy to stop, but at least try. It's going to save both of us from gradually destroying our life.
6 months in and I'm sad to say that 2016 is not my year. Though I'm still hoping that I'll prove myself wrong with the remaining months of the year.
Hey Tumblr, it's been a while. For a long time, this app has been the one saving my bits and pieces I leave behind my experiences. Every time I either felt too much happiness or too much sadness, words flow from me and I share them here, even when no one might read it. Doing that didn't completely take the pain away but at that point in time, getting it out through words was enough. Times have been tougher and it came to the point where writing didn't help. Yes, I still have that constant flow of words when I'm met by situations I don't want to be in, but I ignore them. Ignoring them became my defense mechanism to also ignore the emotions. At the end of the day, words still flow in my mind but when I tried to write, I couldn't finish it without crying myself to sleep. And when I wake up, I force myself to not think about anything that would make me remember the feeling. And boy, am I feeling it right now. I've created a cycle- a cycle I hope may end soon and I hope and hope and pray, that this is the start of the end.
Think about it. Does the ending even matter? Shouldn’t the middle be the happy part? It’s the biggest chunk of our life, and yet no one ever asks if two people had a happy middle. They care too much about the ending.
R.S. Grey, Chasing Spring
So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I’m just a lost boy, lost boy
Lost Boy x Troye Sivan