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Hello , thank you guys for the 500 reblogs.
I will continue posting here , in the meantime I will post in my new IG account to make it viral.
If you like what I post here , you can see my edits and quotes there:
nickname: leftinblasphemy.
—You'll see me
in the most
significant
places
where
your heart
beats silent
and corners
are smaller.
-l.i.b.
— Confidence is one way ticket
in a lifeguard's jacket
and you know truth
can easily grow roots ,
fresh and hard to trace .
If truth was the anchor ,
then confidence is temporary
measure for the wicked.
-l.i.b.
— I'm taking few steps
from the severe agony
slipping from my fears ,
torn away and masked
in thin sketches of
unbearable mistakes.
-l.i.b.
— You're easy readable ,
like a glass of wine.
-l.i.b.
— You know what's sickness?
Sickness is when you spread
the worst nightmare
in order to make someone's
weakness come out.
-l.i.b.
— I showed you love
through the worst pain
I've ever experienced ,
because I knew you can
see behind the extension
of depth of a feeling ,
and survive with it.
-l.i.b.
Бурята понякога е среднощен ангел попаднал в собствена реалност , отдалечена от топлината на слънцето.
-l.i.b.
Ти си тих ,
но в теб шумът пее ,
страстта гори ,
в очите ти летят искри.
Тогава разбрах
колко чудеса
ми трябват
да изпълня
за да те намеря.
-l.i.b.
A habit can form quietly and easily get out of hand. I'm acting in a way that I know I shouldn't, but it seems to happen without choice. I know I can't go on like this. I can't keep harming myself by allowing the habitual behaviour to continue. I've already decided to stop, but despite my efforts to control myself, there is no change.
I'm trying to hold myself to my decision, and I'm frustrated by my inability to take control. I desperately want to prevent the habit from continuing. I feel like I should be able to do this just by imposing control over my actions. But this doesn't work because my habit is already a form of control.
I haven't noticed this because I've associated control with conscious choice, but not every instance of control follows from choice. Attempts at control are often reactions to the many kinds of suffering that arise from attachment. It's because I'm suffering that my actions are repeating in this narrow and specific direction. My bad habit arose as a reaction to anxiety: it is the action I take to try to control that anxiety.
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— It feels so good to kill you
metaphorically ,
I'd eat your existence
out of desperation.
-l.i.b.
“Our identity as moral beings — as people who value themselves as human beings — stands behind our more particular practical identities. It is because we are human that we must act in the light of practical conceptions of our identity, and this means that their importance is partly derived from the importance of being human. We must conform to them not merely for the reasons that caused us to adopt them in the first place, but because being human requires it.”
— Christine M. Korsgaard, The Sources of Normativity
Time is empty shell
within which
the echo is still breathing
leaving past vows
in the wind.
— l.i.b.
In the quiet storms ,
my fingers traced
long forgotten love ,
found and kept by
a lost framed world.
-l.i.b.
— For so long
I've been picking up
slow songs
In quiet moments
while thinking
of you .
-l.i.b.
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