日食

words not spoken aloud, disturbing thoughts, painful poetry.

[poets-orbit]

I don't live, I just exist. I hear painful words, but they don't hurt me anymore. I got used to the pain. Small disappointments, which gradually killed me. slowly. I don't live, I just exist with what little is left of me.

[poets-orbit]

tell me, ur okay?

[poets-orbit]

it's too late for u to die, coz they'll never know where you were coming from.

[recaption]

[poets-orbit]

Deixe que isso seja uma lição para você, querida. Nunca ame nada.

[poets-orbit]

I just wanna make you feel okay

But all you do is look the other way

I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay

I just kinda wish you were gay

– Billie Eilish.

[poets-orbit]

some people irritate me just because they exist.

[thoughtkick]

“I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.”

— Ellen Hopkins

[poets-orbit]

Eu odeio esse sentimento. Como se eu estivesse aqui, mas não estou. Como se alguém se importasse. Mas eles não se importam. Como se eu pertencesse a outro lugar, a qualquer lugar menos aqui, e a fuga estivesse logo depois daquela janela com neve, fria e fresca como o ar de fevereiro.

[poets-orbit]

you are alive but your soul is dead, right?

[poets-orbit]

se entregue por inteiro, não me dê apenas pedaços de você.

[poets-orbit]

eu queria saber me expressar

ter coragem de falar, de agir.

eu perdi tantas coisas por causa do medo

eu perdi até você...

[poets-orbit]

tell me, are you living or just existing?

[were-all-high]

Neither. I ain’t living if I’m sitting on my couch all day and I’m hardy existing as I interact with no one and one of my friends from third grade thought I was dead

[poets-orbit]

tell me, are you living or just existing?

[poets-orbit]

I wanted to hide, but, I'm breaking slowly.

– poetshh.

[thoughtkick]

“You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t breathe.”

— Unknown

[poets-orbit]

Você fez florescer flores nos meus pulmões e, embora sejam lindas, não consigo respirar.

[thoughtkick]

“How long have you been holding those words in your head, hoping to use them?”

— John Locke

[poets-orbit]

Há quanto tempo você mantém essas palavras na cabeça, na esperança de usá-las?

[thoughtkick]

“I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.”

— Tyler Knott Gregson

[poets-orbit]

Prometo plantar beijos como sementes em seu corpo, para que, com o tempo, você possa se amar como eu te amo.

[thoughtkick]

“Make sure you don’t start seeing yourself through the eyes of those who don’t value you. Know your worth even if they don’t.”

— Thema Davis

[poets-orbit]

Certifique-se de não começar a se ver pelos olhos daqueles que não te valorizam. Conheça o seu valor, mesmo que eles não.