lost my shitty mind

[phenomenalweeman]

THE END?

Is there really an end to this?

 What if after all this time and after all these efforts we’re just bound to a silly death?

 We’re trying to figure out who we really are for decades but we still don’t know the truth. The truth about what really is the purpose of life? Lots and lots of grandfathers and fathers before me spend their lives searching for the meaning of life. The generation before us, the generation before our fathers and all those generations before them have died without knowing the exact meaning of life. Google it, research about it, or even ask about it, no one has the answer to this question. They’ve all faced death but they never found who life is and what life is. We’ve been blinded by money, fame, and freaking manipulations. And now every one just thinks that the purpose of life is all about that.

 I personally think that maybe we were not here to search and know the purpose of life, maybe we’re here to make the own purpose in our life. Maybe we all have individual destinies which can only be made if we defeat the hardest challenges in life. What if all of our destinies are just the same ( which will be successful in life in our own way) but we can only finish our destiny by having the will and strength to be great and win all the adversities in life.

[the-holocene-epoch-deactivated2]

[wallflowerbloom]

[phenomenalweeman]

i fucks with this

[theprocast]

Often people complain about being left behind, about not being able to keep up with the world. Sometimes I feel like the opposite of that; I feel like I’m on that train that takes you to places and you can see it’s leaving but you just don’t care. And I get that, everyone has their own path, I just thought we shared the same one.

giulswrites (via theprocast)

[writingdotcoffee]

Writing is thinking. To write well is to think clearly. That’s why it’s so hard.

David McCullough (via writingdotcoffee)

[aaronramsy]

Brazilian cities (by night) 🌼

[itsmadiline]

She was like satin and lace. She felt so fucking good in between my finger tips. Her tongue felt like silk when it was gliding up my neck and her teeth felt like nirvana as they grazed against the underside of my jaw. The way her fingers traced patterns on my hip bones and her sighs landed on my collarbones. I wanted to feel her against my chest. Wanted to feel her body pressed against mine until the heat between our skin lit us on fire and burned us to the ground. She made me want her body more than I wanted to fucking breathe. A parched man who needed her lips on mine like she was the god damn amazon river. She made my body arch like electricity was running through my veins. Panting like I’d run 5 miles just so I could taste the back of her shoulder blade. She made me crave her while I was in bed alone, staring at the blackness of the ceiling and pretending it was the sky. But it wasn’t just her body, it was her fucking mind. She was brilliance in the most beautiful form. The way her eyes relaxed when she talked about earth. She spoke like a trucker but my God, the sound of her voice wrapped around those curse words made my fucking bones quiver. She’d snap and snarl at me just to see my face contort in shock. When she spoke, she spoke of politics and science and the book she read last Sunday. Her mind was tinged purple but her vocal cords red. And her laugh, oh God her laugh was liquid honey, I’m surprised she didn’t drown in it. She was everything I needed. Dramatic, exotic. She made me fall in love with everything she was and then she left. She drifted away like gravity had been turned off and she’d always wanted to visit outer space. She put her shirt back on then wouldn’t call me for almost fifteen days. She didn’t want my love, wasn’t looking for it in the dark corners of my mind. She didn’t want to hold my hand or meet my family. She wanted me kiss her breathless then erase the image of her from the back of my eyelids. She’s is the most desired creature and she couldn’t care any fucking less.

(via itsmadiline)

[theprocast]

To think that you don’t even care for me as a friend while I am in love with you makes me feel pathetic

(via theprocast)

[theprocast]

To think that you don’t even care for me as a friend while I am in love with you makes me feel pathetic

(via theprocast)

[theprocast]

To think that you don’t even care for me as a friend while I am in love with you makes me feel pathetic

(via theprocast)

[theprocast]

To think that you don’t even care for me as a friend while I am in love with you makes me feel pathetic

(via theprocast)

[threesixxtyfive]

Day Six Hundred Fifteen.

if there was an eloquent way to say i was wrong i would  but it’s too painful to admit that any inkling of kindness is misinterpreted for interest there is always a motive, an intention erasing all traces of innocence

i’m sorry that you were confused but i was never yours to possess and it breaks my heart to think you thought i was

[the-holocene-epoch-deactivated2]

[theprocast]

I’ve never been one to express my feelings to others. I have this constant fear of saying the wrong thing and so I’ve learned to hold back. Yes, not being able to truly be yourself is one of the worst kinds of pains, but in the end, it saves you from getting hurt and brought down, right?

So please keep reminding me that you love and accept me for who I am. I’m slowly conquering this fear, but I cannot do it on my own. // littlemissimaginary (via theprocast)

[theprocast]

stars

they make us loners feel a little less lonelier

they make us heartbroken feel a little less broken

they make us sad ones feel a little less sadder

they make us humans feel a little more celestial

they make us poets feel a little more poetic

they make us temporary ones feel a little more infinite

(via theprocast)

[theprocast]

Do you believe in alternate universes? Do you believe that somewhere somehow we are happy holding hands instead of holding hope that the other will turn around and be brave enough to love Do you believe in loving so much you can break the world and let that universe collide with this one

giulswrites (via theprocast)

[oxyjai]

…she was fearless and she was kind and she just seemed so invincible and she made me want to give up living when she died.

Shepard (The space between us, 2017)