Faiq

I am on a roller coaster that only goes up but never comes down. :')

[mentalcentral]

if you’re at a point right now where you don’t see any hope in the future, remember that the future will always seem overwhelming when you’re thinking about it all at once. you only have to live through one moment at a time. focus on now and focus on getting through this, because you will.

[odoriferouszephyrs]

Hope is not necessary for perseverance

[zibaldoni-elzapoppin]

[icewolf27]

@skiplo-wave

[fotobilog]

[iwillreadyourbooks]

STOP! Let the little penguin cross your dash he has places to go.

[rebelmeg]

I just sat here and waited for a pixel penguin to waddle across my screen, AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN

[depression-healthy-carrier]

I was dying to hear someone say that I was enough and it was ok

[neztoad-deactivated20211221]

you are allowed to cry for the childhood you lost, for the years that are filled with trauma instead of the innocent naivety childhood is supposed to hold. you are allowed to grieve the person you could have been. you are allowed to process your trauma however feels right, don’t let others govern how you are ‘supposed’ to deal with trauma.

[kieljamespatrick]

[rrezedritee-deactivated20181002]

“Pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts.”

— (via r3-97)

[imanes]

we’re asking the real questions tonight theydies

[pieces-of-pie]

In the deepest crevice

Of your best kept secret

Is where you’ll find me.

I’ll be waiting.

Like a ghost

You won’t see me.

Hear me.

Feel me.

But as you footsteps

Brush against the snowy ground

You’ll know you’re not alone.

Dodging every shadow

Pulling towards what little warmth

Is left from the glow of

The dimly lit street lamps.

I will find you,

I will be waiting.

As the autumn air

Gets colder

And you warm your

Icy breath against

The palms of your hands,

Floating on top of

Crisp fall leaves.

It will be my breath

On the back of your neck.

Sending whispers

Down your spine

In a language

Foreign to your own.

Sudden shivers, unexplainably.

That brief moment of paranoia,

Causing you to

Cast guarded glances

Over your shoulder.

Into darkness.

But I’ll be right

In front of you,

Laughing,

As you step through me.

And finally,

When you reach

Your home again.

Hurry inside,

Lock the door.

Release the breath

You didn’t realize you

Were holding until now.

A final sigh of comfort,

A feeling of familiarity,

Safety.

I’ll be watching you.

Watching you twist the

Deadbolt into place.

Watching you settle in

To keep yourself calm,

Relaxed.

Watching you get ready

To go to sleep,

And slowly, slowly

Drift into an unconcious world

You know nothing about.

That you won’t remember.

Then, you will be mine.

[taylorblader-deactivated2020021]

pacing and racing

waiting for you

to come and get me

everytime i see you

i can’t wait until the next time

have you in my arms

that sweet n sour look on your face

skate over my way

come scoop me

i could maybe get a ride

or take the train

i just need to get to your place

ugh i can’t take this

come slide on me

your sweet stuff

your curves, your hips

your beauty, your style

i’d be a stupid dummy to miss

come grab me

don’t tease me

with your brand of bliss

[pieces-of-pie]

I tried to believe in soulmates

Just like you always told me

But after waiting for you to show up

Waiting for you to let go

Waiting waiting waiting

I realized I just made it all up

[vacantinkandprettypink-deactiva]

“Perhaps I could write about how smart you were, and about how you always seemed to know exactly what to respond, or about how lovely you looked when you laughed in summer evenings, but I don’t want to write about those things, because those things, while great, would never be enough to capture how spectacular you are. I think what I liked most about you was the way that you looked upon existance as if you had never known suffering, and lived as if you had never cried before, a perfect softness in your childlike curiosity, and softness is the most difficult trait to safeguard in this life, for sometimes the world looks upon kindness with suspicion, but darling, you were sunlight and warmth, and I hope you never stop smiling like that for as long as you live.”

— V.I.P.P.// for my favorite lover. May you always be as warm as I felt when I was with you.

[just-bury-me]

part of me apart from me. #instaartist #art #abstractart #abstractpainting #painting #artistsoninstagram #artist #paint #pakistaniart #pakistaniartist #artsy #drawing #pencildrawing #pencilsketch #likeforlikes #followforfollowback #shoutout #fineart #finearts https://www.instagram.com/p/B4hPc7SAbrS/?igshid=1wso8vdtnanp6

[feministism]

some people like dick. some people like pussy. some people like both. some people like neither. it doesn’t affect you. get over it.

[letsmakeitwritee]

“SCHOOL. This is the prison for the innocent. This is fresh-faced 5-year-olds being abandoned by their parents. This is 12 years of your life you can never get back. This is the kid having a panic attack in the toilets. This is being the kid having a panic attack in the toilets. This is the teachers ignoring the bullies. This is the teachers BEING the bullies. This is popping pills because grades are more important than mental health. This is waking up every weekday morning wishing you never did. This is back pain from overstuffed backpacks and headaches from stress and tired eyes from lack of rest and the sigh of relief when the bell rings until it all starts again the next day. This is being taught how to multiply x and y but not being taught how to do our taxes. This is being told about Henry VIII’s wives but not being told about the environmental destruction threatening our lives. This is being educated about safe sex but not about consent. This is the sexist dress codes. This is being force-fed information no longer relevant to the world we live in and this is being treated like a child but expected to act like adults when it’s convenient. This is older people saying ‘kids our age’ are lazy and rebellious and unambitious when what we really are is DESPERATE. Desperate to survive, desperate to escape. This is us; the generation who has had to learn how to survive by the skin of our teeth and yes this is a poem but it is not poetic, it is fucking devastating.”

—

[vomitingwords]

And I'm truly sorry, for I need to cut some ties. Because I can no longer hold everything, all at once.

Some goodbyes were needed. //ma.c.a

[remanence-of-love]