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[emotionalwords]

[ohfallacies]

The night of my withdrawal -

- I scraped the sliver of wood

from the splintering door and

held it in my palm,

and watched

as it turned into a husk

of leather skin.

- I numbered my breaths

feeling suddenly so encumbered

under the stark weight of debilitating, sunken bones,

how could any light perforate through this marrow,

it’s only a cavity in these walls.

- I had an epiphany of some sort,

a strange awakening -

I could weave a soul into

my being and swallow

the morose, insipid,

idea of existence

down to my stomach and build

a life with no latches -

but once the time

of one’s undoing begins,

it departs only

with their last breath.

[islamic-art-and-quotes]

The Quran, verse 55:60

هَلْ جَزَاءُ الْإِحْسَانِ إِلَّا الْإِحْسَانُ

Is there any reward for good other than good?

Source: muhammadov, via IslamicArtDB

[loumovies]

Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir

[ohfallacies]

a sad playlist

and purple skies

with clouds drizzling

ringing in my ears

the reverie

that is

this silence,

a wet eyelash

heavy upon my eyes

I always

liked it misty,

these skies

and my sad songs,

they encompass

all this blue

and me.

[ohfallacies]

I’m sorry

but do I talk about my pain

too often?

I’ve only let it out all out

once

or maybe twice.

I’m sorry

I didn’t mean to give you a glimpse

of this void.

Does it seem too much?

I will stop

if you ask me to,

I can’t risk

draining you

away too.

[froslasss]

do you know how cute i would be if i had more money 

[c-isnenegro]

[ohfallacies]

I have never been away from home for more than 2 months. I have it all memorized, the pattern on the headboard of my bed, the cold marble that I’d lie on, my bare skin feeling warm in a while. I remember tracing faces on the bumps of my ceiling. The pink coated walls of my room, how unconfining they seemed the day I left, like I could live within them forever, like I hadn’t ever wanted to disappear from that very place. In my mind, I haven’t left at all. But the thing about distance - you stray farther away every time you wish you were closer.

I’ve left my trails behind. When I return, I’ll trace them back to the infinite memories I created there.

[ohfallacies]

The most tragic part of losing people is the redundant memories they leave behind. You could be sitting in a cafe, sipping on your warm cappuccino, and all of a sudden your mind decides to reel back to the late winter of January, when you left your home town and all the people behind, people you never stayed in contact with and those who you could have easily forgotten, but their redundant memories persisted to stay.

[ohfallacies]

i've kept myself

occupied enough

to not find the time

that strikes another chord

of the indifference i feel.

and i've wanted to not exist today

as much as i have

every other day

because

i've been

so out of touch with myself,

and respite

that lasts

at least

as long as

my one breath

is all I'm looking for.

[flyngdream]

[love-personal]

[mobpsycho100]

[70years]

[csidesuicide]