Always Overthinking

This is basically a glorified diary. Probably won't mean much to anybody else, but sometimes I just need a place to collect my thoughts.

[lyricscity]

[bled]

[memereve]

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[thewestcoastwolf]

[yourname27times]

[therelatablepost]

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[cybergirlfriend-deactivated2022]

[bled]

[wnq-writers]

I wish I held your hand tighter, and hugged you a little bit longer, and listened to you a little bit more patiently. But I didn’t. I took you a little bit for granted because I thought you’d be my forever, that you’ll always be here on my side, that you’ll always be my partner in crime.

cynthia go, excerpt from a longer prose of mine entitled “17” (via wnq-writers)

[purplebuddhaproject]

[purplebuddhaproject]

[e-motionality]

[vomitingwords]

One day someone will do anything just to retrieve all the stars she buried under her feet, and he’ll throw them towards the sky, where they will shine brighter than— they did before.

ma.c.a // Chances and Changes (via vomitingwords)

[purplebuddhaproject]

[superbestiario]

[escafeism]

I used to feel you. I used to feel you in everything. That’s just how it was with us; it didn’t matter the distance or the circumstances, you were just there. Then slowly, life began to throw us curve balls and we juggled them the best we could while still holding on to each other. It was okay for a while. Then came the day that you looked me in the eyes, and I knew that the damage was too deep, and you wanted to let go. I should’ve let you. I should’ve held my head high, and smiled and said goodbye, because I should’ve known that I didn’t need you. I should’ve known I was stronger than you were making me feel. I should’ve known that I deserved better. I should’ve known. I don’t feel you anymore. I don’t sense you thinking about me, or wonder if you’re going to call. I am no longer waiting for you to change your mind. I am better than that. I am better than you. Someday, somebody is going to be proud to call me his, and you are going to wish it was you. Someday, you will realize that you should’ve fought for me. Someday, you will call me, and someday I will not answer. Thank you for showing me my worth. Thank you for teaching me how to let you go.

justmythoughts1 (via escafeism)

[escafeism]

Let it hurt. Pick those flowers on your lungs and let it wither. Let your heart stop beating for someone who doesn’t deserves it. Let yourself be burn to your worst degree. Fall right down on your knees and scream the damn pain inside you. You’ve let the love to do its work, let it hurt. That’s part of its work. Let it bleed.  Let the tears roll down your face. For once, allow yourself to be an artist. Let your mouth bleed with the unspoken feelings you’ve been wanting to say and be the author of your own story. Let the abstract in you be seen by the people who are doubting you. Do not cut your wrist, blood and scar might ruin your skin. I know, your heart was cut by the words they’ve stabbed on you, let it bleed with poetry and speak for yourself. Let it heal. For how many times people could’ve told you that time heals. Let me now tell you that it’s you, and you only, who could heal yourself. You could pick your broken pieces and build a better and stronger you. Let it heal, not for anyone. Let it heal for yourself. Even for once, let it be for yourself. And let it go. Snap out of the darkness you’re in right now. Let go of the pain that’s stopping you from moving forward. Let the toxic people go, you could’ve been better without them. Stop holding on to the anchor. Stop drowning yourself from sadness. You could always be happy. Just learn to let go of the things that keep you away from that possibility, just let go.

let go (via escafeism)