I can’t live up there with you, it’s not sustainable for me. Sometimes I get carried away. You’re too much fun. Dancing with fire
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I can’t live up there with you, it’s not sustainable for me. Sometimes I get carried away. You’re too much fun. Dancing with fire
I can only write when I feel pain. And with you the good moments are too much fun to write about. I’d rather be present
I need to be careful what I say but this is my diary too. I don’t want to hurt you again but im struggling. Everyday the loss is too hard. The loss of a family. Of a life. I’m grieving still and I can’t move too fast
An Ode to my Best Friend:
Sweet soliloquy , somber symphonies,
‘The flowers that bloom in adversity are the rarest of all.’
Cherry blossoms on an icy , misty , spring morning.
Red rain drops painting the sky a light with rose petals dripping down like blood from my bitten lips.
Bunnies bouncing , frolicking in the mossy , mountainous skyline.
Warm hot coco , melting like wafers into the marshmallow couch.
“Branches sapping , thudding. “
I got this quote from broad city.
And just like that my sweet daydreams - the ones crafted with the threads of sentiments that our union brings to me - snapped away- a brief moment of dreamy feeling- zapping me back into reality - into the 4k screen back into another portal - a matrix of giggles , girls drama and bitchy, baddie, bestie memories.
Abbie and Alana , A+E !!!
That’s how much you mean to me. All of this and more. Thanks for all the moments, eternalized in my mind, in sweet, somber ,yet, sensational: memories.
Your mania caused me a lot of grief too. It was hard and sometimes I didn’t want to come over. But I could tell you needed a friend. I left my bestie for you, because our friendship is true. But love and love are not different. I can repair my relationships on my own, my own way. I don’t want to cause you anymore pain, that’s why I always say a bit of distance is good. I can’t get too close to people, overly empathetic in a way that makes me selfish. There’s a reason I was the only one not allowed to specifically make friends in the ward. I don’t leave people behind. People I care about. I’m not leaving him in the dust. I will respect you. And him. I can’t do both. But importantly, I must respect myself and be selfish for me. The good kind. Finally
sAmE SaMe but DIFFERENT
She makes mine technicolor but the boys' Static
only with pillows wrapped... She can't enter the dreamland,
Without my cold sweats her tears gleam
The gospel never ends in my hearts' bent mind
It be a bit like that some days. Real chillies Chilli 🌶️, Faux Peonies 🌸
Both equally as fresh , deceiving , beautiful, flamey ❤️🔥
The Quiet Wish to Be Understood
People rarely speak what lies at the heart of their words.
What they truly long for—is not to be heard,
but to be understood.
I often sit beside someone in silence,
not because I have nothing to say,
nor because I lack interest.
But because I am listening—
with intention, with presence.
I am watching their eyes, tracing the curve of a frown,
hearing the space between their words,
trying to sense the quiet truth they cannot quite express.
Can I ever truly understand another soul?
I don’t know.
But I want to try.
In conversation, many speak over one another,
turning dialogue into monologue,
rushing to be known
but forgetting how to know.
I want to understand what isn’t said aloud.
To glimpse the emotions behind each pause.
To reach, gently, for empathy—
not just connection, but communion.
Some say that in this lifetime,
the only person who will ever truly understand you
is yourself.
Because empathy is fragile, rare, and often unmet.
And so, many quietly surrender to the loneliness of being unknown.
Some choose not to be seen.
Not to be known.
They wrap themselves in solitude,
not because they dislike company,
but because they’ve learned that vulnerability is often met with pain.
They’ve loved and been misunderstood.
They’ve spoken and been unheard.
But in a world where so many grow quiet out of fear,
those who still dare to speak from the heart,
those who open their arms to life even while trembling—
they are the brave ones.
They are the ones who still believe
that to feel deeply is a gift, not a weakness.
When I sit silently beside someone,
it does not mean I have no voice.
It means I choose, in that moment,
to honor theirs.
Because I believe this:
No wisdom is gained from hearing our own voice.
Wisdom is born from listening to another’s.
To listen is to open the door to someone’s world.
And as we learn to truly listen to others,
we learn, too, how to listen to ourselves.
I cherish those who are brave enough to speak their hearts aloud.
To be understood—truly understood—
is nothing short of a miracle.
And so, I hope I can keep being a quiet presence.
A gentle listener.
And when you find yourself curled up in the dark,
believing no one sees you—
I hope I come with a light in my hands,
and say softly:
“May I sit beside you?”
我可以坐在你旁边嘛?
good, grief
Asha
Sometimes I still am learning
all the time
this is for me
YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE A HOME WITH ME
forever
Never been sure until now
im lost without you, ellie
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"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose."
I want to read the right but I’m going with the left. Want to read the bottom but going with the top.
Besides it’s up to the chapter about war - I’m not liking that anyway , get back to the feminine analysis part. 😀
i never know anything
I’m remembering why I loooove cats today. Hehe cats are the best 💗💗💗 I love my kitties , especially Maxy and Raffy I want to give them a hug and I’m smiling because I know they’ll scratch me when I squeeze them hehehe.
“Can we listen to Dua Lipa… I need some radical optimism” whaaaat music to my ears.