fckedup

Broken

[melisica]

(by Sasaki Makoto)

[iwontdancenetwork]

[iwontdancenetwork]

Ballet Dancers in random situations Part 2. Photos by Jordan Matter

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6 * Part 7 * Part 8 * Part 9 * Part 10 * Part 11 * Part 12 * Part 13 * Part 14

[futmsd-blog]

“I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.”

― John Green

[quotemadness]

It’s the things we love most, that destroy us.

Suzanne Collins (via quotemadness)

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[anime4lifu]

[a-delightful-moment]

@stefiereads

[memescomedy]

[futmsd-blog]

What would you do when none of efforts you made yield fruit? You nurture the fruit, water it and at last it is rotten. What would you do when you keep on loving yet not loved? You keep on filling the desiccated vessels with honey of love and bathing your inner self with poison of rejection. What would you do when you strained every ounce of energy and got nothing? You dried the blood flowing through your veins to achieve the very goal and you got thwarted at last instance. You find yourself running through a maze with no exit point. You image yourself like a rat running through wheel which never stops and ultimate end is dying while trying. You feel so helpless and devoid of hope, like nothing you do would ever matter. You feel like you're walking bare feet in tunnel of darkness following a ray of light and when you reach the end and come to know it was mirage you were following relentlessly. Every fucking day is same about not being important enough to be considered. Every day you keep on dreaming of being loved but all you get is excuses for not being prioritized. Every day you lose yourself in tornados of insecurities and melancholic thoughts of being worthless. What would you do when you're stuck in a day that is like 10,000 years long full of loss of your individuality?

[teotfw18]

[futmsd-blog]

"I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently." - Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel

[madlylou]

[futmsd-blog]

—·🔆 Too many goodbyes had been uttered Tons of dead roses remained unscattered Despite all, we were still enchanted with each other But this love could not take any further

The thrill of your tongue of your stolen sweetness That, above all, made this goodbye a sickness This raging fire that flood our souls This rich desire that held our goals

Endless longings echoed in this whisper Controlled chaos was bound to whimper For in this havoc of shared misery Griefless goodbyes had never been easy

This desperate claim that your heart was mine Am I to risk myself and cross the line? This cherished madness we dearly hold Would you really want to have it sold?

Exchanged letters and poems — those were our euphoria With each spoken thought — a bottled nostalgia We dreamed in our waking moments the happiness we shared But with your goodbye, could my love still be heard?

What about those sleepless nights of I love you's? Those times our world brightened with each other's hues? Should I consider forgetting them all? You knew I would rather be a fool Past the point of no return, you uttered a cry The final threshold, one last goodbye Still chained with this abandoned memory — My love, that's our tragedy

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[thewine-darksea]

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment