yours sincerely,

a sentimental blog for my sentimental mind: Empathy is both a gift and a curse // 21

[iiwanttoflytoo]

[iiwanttoflytoo]

“I wasn’t trained to be a fighter, but I have something to fight for.”

- Rafelle Steena

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sometimes feelings have to be acknowledged before you can feel better. don’t ignore them. accept them and try to listen to their needs, and find a gentle and kind way to help yourself.

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a few gentle reminders for dark times ♡

you won’t always feel like this. this is only temporary. one day this will be over.

it’s hard to find, but trying to look for the silver linings. look for the tiny sparks that make you feel warm inside. distance yourself from things that drain you.

you may feel weak, but the last time you felt you couldn’t do it anymore, you still kept going. you’re strong enough to make it through this. 

be gentle with yourself. treat yourself kindly, like a little plant that needs to cared for. stay hydrated, surround yourself with sunlight (comforting things and people), allow yourself time, kindness and patience to grow.

be loving towards yourself. whenever you think of a bad thought, defend yourself with a kind one. the negative thoughts are just your insecurities and fears. no matter what you think, you’re loved, you belong somewhere, you make someone happy, and you have many beautiful qualities about you.

do one small thing that makes you feel a sense of accomplishment. it doesn’t matter what it is, but sometimes, going to bed after feeling accomplished is one of the best feelings.

remember to stop being so hard on yourself. don’t expect so much of yourself. you’re not a robot. you deserve rest and making your mental health a priority. it’s ok to make mistakes - it means you’re trying.

you will heal from this. there are people you haven’t met who will love you, and the world still has many beautiful things in it for you to see. stay strong and keep going ✨

[iiwanttoflytoo]

“love is just love and that’s it.”

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I’d rather have roses, stars, and galaxies in my lungs instead of air.

—Rafelle Steena

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I hate how sad I am

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I’m a child of broken dreams, silent cries, and shattered hearts. The only thing that could take my pain away is pain itself.

—r.s

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Nobody knows.

Even if I tell it you, even if I shout it to you, even if I sing it to you, you won’t ever know.

Even if I write it on books, even if I paint in on canvases, even if I trace it on the stars, you won’t ever know.

No one will ever know... because sometimes, words and art are not enough for all the feelings that we want to convey.

- Rafelle Steena

[lexiklecksi]

I miss how my words combined while writing to create a new meaning

I’m longing for the way they fitted into the puzzle of my mind

Yearning to express my hidden feelings in poetry

Craving for your touch to inspire me

Teach me how to write again

For I have lost my voice in thoughts spiraling inwardly

[iiwanttoflytoo]

When will I ever look at the stars the same way I used to look at them before?

- r.s

[theshattered]

We start things that we know will cause heartache. But we try to make ourselves believe that it can be controlled, that we will build boundaries and we won't go beyond it.

We try.

We try harder.

But we know, we can't succeed.

And end up breaking many hearts.. Unable to stop and thus doing what we thought we should not do but doing it anyway.

-s. nk

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(c)

[starlitstory]

how tragic it is. for one’s only fault to be too much.

— S.Y. // you’re not at fault for loving too hard, darling

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I closed my eyes

and inhaled the humid air,

I felt the air travelling through my nose down to my windpipe entering my lungs,

I felt my insides expand as my chest rises,

And slowly, I felt everything rectract

and I told myself,

“I feel dead”

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Have you ever caught yourself spacing out?

I have.

Whenever I do something,

or whenever I think of something;

There’s always this voice

At the back of my head

That keeps on calling my name.

Like it’s trying to wake me up.

But the weird part is,

The way it calls me

Is the same way it calls someone

Who’s dead,

And you just keep on shouting

And shouting

Even if you know that

they won’t respond anymore.

I don’t know

But,

I think it means something.

- r.s

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I am dying here in my life

Let me live in the books.

- Rafelle Steena