Faiz Ahmed Faiz, from The Colours of My Heart: Selected Poems; āViewā
Text ID: You said, 'Softly.' / The moon bent down and said / 'Yet more softly.'
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Faiz Ahmed Faiz, from The Colours of My Heart: Selected Poems; āViewā
Text ID: You said, 'Softly.' / The moon bent down and said / 'Yet more softly.'
spilling a drink is one of the deepest pains imaginable. the loss of delicious liquids. the knowledge your adult ass needs a little no-spill baby sippy cup. now you have to clean instead of enjoy your delicious beverage and pray that the ants dont discover youre a god damn fool
"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
I hate applying for jobs. ādesired salary for this roleā one billion dollars next question
being aware that your behavior is shaped by childhood experiences is so cringe every time i notice it im like ooo look at her can't even get over what someone told him when she was 7. grow up
donāt ask me āwydā u know iām at home deteriorating
Analicia Sotelo, āMy Mother as the Face of Godā
"we live in an uncaring universe"
false. i care very deeply. am i not a part of this infinite universe?
i honestly donāt know how this happened but somewhere between my childhood and formative years i forgot how to exist like a normal person and started to either overthink everything or make disastrous choices without any proper thinking at all. no middle ground whatsoever
Idk if this is a me thing but sometimes I feel like Iām in a constant state of forestalling grief. Scared that I might lose someone, scared that something might end, scared what Iād do if it did end. I have to be extremely intentional to live in the moment & not consider the long-term consequences of truly immersing myself in something or someone, for the undeniable fact that all things have an end. I wish this was a thing my brain chemistry accepts, but it really does fuck w me every now and then. Sometimes it feels like no moment will feel better than the current one, and thatās one of the most bittersweet things ever
I think this will alway be my favorite postsecret.
i keep thinking my life will never change or that i will never change and that i will feel this way forever but really change is always happening microscopically and i may never realize it until years and years later
*me, literally sick with want* whatever
why are people soo afraid of seeming desperate. i love desperation and hate detachment. ache more idiot
girls when they go utterly insane every summer