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her.
i still love you, i do
before i fall
stay tuned for another ep of my blog ~
twitter isn’t a healthy place for my mental health; might delete it very soon
not feeling well.
“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”
Stephen King
“Meet me at the lakes take a walk with me, where every talk is political where every conversation is a secret a confession a cry between friends. I was born in other capitals but I am dying in this one for sure. Like a mermaid dying tragically for love I am dying like that For you. Loving you has always been a luxury when you are as cold as the the swans on the lake in the winter time. Charming ice-sculptures with tiny hearts I try to dance with you on ice but my heart is too hot I melt the whole city and you don’t want me anymore. Even though I want you I want you and once again I am all alone on her bridge standing between two cities in love and at war at the same time.”
— Louise’s Lakes by Royla Asghar
and im sick of it.
July 26th.
Her.
Hi. I don’t know why I am writing this but one thing for sure is; I’m sad. No, I’m lonely. Honestly, I never knew the meaning of “lonely” before, not until today. It’s the 26th of July, six months passed since we broke up. Six months. Honestly, it was a difficult decision and a very unusual of me, letting go of someone which I truly love is a quiet devastating emotion. I still love her, I do. And I miss her every single day and night. I hope she’s okay and well. I wanted to message her nor call, but I can’t either. I hope one day, I can able to meet her and go to the place where I find peace and nature. I miss you my happy pill <3
I.
trly.
“Always help someone. you might be the only one that does.”
— Unknown
“Maybe the absence of signs is a sign.”
— Marc Klein // Serendipity
my thesis mates were testing my patience LOL
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You’re so close to losing me and you don’t even know