julejda

we bring the rain

[perfectquote]

“At your absolute best, you still won’t be good enough for the wrong person. At your worst, you’ll still be worth it to the right person.”

— Karen Salmansohn

[purplebuddhaproject]

[books-n-quotes]

“Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.” ― Nikos Kazantzakis

[jaggedjawjosh]

You once said, 'In the quiet of dawn, dreams mend hearts, and every rising sun weaves threads of hope through the tapestry of tomorrow.'

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— josé olivarez // natalie diaz

[wormbus-art]

And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape

[forsakenfire-deactivated2025110]

Invisible

by F.D Jarvis

Some days—

hell, most days—

I feel like nothing more than a man

wandering a world that feeds on pain.

A body among millions,

yet hollow, unseen, forgotten.

I have given everything—

my time, my shoulder, my words.

I have carried others when they could not stand,

held their secrets like fragile glass,

broke my back to build them shelter from their storms.

And when my own storms came?

No one stayed.

No one saw.

No one even looked.

I could scream until my throat split raw,

I could cry oceans,

I could beg the heavens for mercy—

but silence answers louder than any voice.

Silence,

and the footsteps of those walking over me

as if I were the floor they were promised to tread.

No, I am not the greatest looking.

I am not the sharpest mind.

But I know this:

I am kind.

I am thoughtful.

I am a hopeless romantic

who loves deeply enough to bleed for it.

I am filled with understanding

that others will never even attempt to hold.

And yet,

it is not enough.

It has never been enough.

No one has wanted it.

No one has wanted me.

So I rot in this contradiction—

a man who gives everything,

and receives nothing.

A man who loves without limits,

but is deemed unworthy of being loved in return.

And the cruelest wound of all?

That kindness is invisible here.

That thoughtfulness fades into the noise.

That romance, devotion, understanding—

the very marrow of who I am—

is dismissed, discarded,

forgotten.

So I walk on,

a man with a heart weathered into ash,

still holding it out

though no one takes it.

And each step is another truth—

I am not wanted.

I have never been wanted.

And perhaps,

I never will be.

[hellish-timy]

Someone being patient with you on your bad days is one of the softest forms of love

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— via @juneacademia

[askyea-poesy]

I’ve always liked quiet people: you never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.

John Green

[nixscriptum]

less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ✾ )

[soluksuret-deactivated20260516]

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

It must be wonderful to have no worries,

to live free of troubles.

To rejoice and have true friends.

To travel.

It must be beautiful to live in peace.

You who, with your cruelty, harm others

must be repaid in the same way—

may you choke on your own bile.

@annoyingdreamlanddestiny

[puer-luna]

[franz-bauch-foto]

Morning light

[vexheart]

[thepersonalwords]

“Every nation needs a crystal clear mirror to see its stupidities, to see its hypocrisies, to see its faults and its evils! No nation is saint! Every nation’s history is full of primitiveness and barbarity, full of wars and murders! Let every nation sees its face very clearly! Let them face their faces so that in the future they may be something better!”

— Mehmet Murat ildan