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You might come across some thoughts of mine. Because sometimes, you just need to write.

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I saw the universe in those eyes but i guess you only saw dimming darkness in mine.

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I’m usually a person that loves writing,reading books,and scrolling through social media just to search for inspirational and deep quotes. Writing was a way for me to connect with my inner self, it made me feel complete the same way some people feel about friends or family members. As the months passed i stopped reading because i thought it was just wasting my time, i stopped scrolling through instagram accounts to find quotes that i relate to. Then eventually, i stopped writing. I thought i just stopped because I don’t like it anymore, I thought to myself maybe it was all just a ‘phase’ that I matured into. Now here I am, feeling like I’m another person, it’s like I don’t know who i am anymore, everything seems so messy and the thoughts in my head are getting more horrible everyday. I didn’t want to talk to anyone because I know that all i’m gonna get is a long ass message on how beautiful and amazing i am, yeah those mainstream messages that I don’t even believe half of the words that are written. Don’t get me wrong, i do appreciate my friends but god, they never got me. They never got how hopeless i feel at night, they never got why i loved the moon so much,it’s because it’s the only thing that keeps my company at 3am , they never got how messed up the voices in my head get. The point is, now all i have is a pen in my hand and a paper, and let me tell you one thing, i’ve came to realize that they’re the only things that get me. I thought i was never going to write again, but at my worst times, writing was the only escape for me, it’s like a medicine that crawls its way through my veins, it became my remedy.

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For so long i’ve been so afraid to love, so afraid to let someone in, so afraid to share my soul with someone else. But you made me love you even though i had no intentions to do so, you came very quickly and damn did those fears stop mattering. I’m still afraid of love, but with you, i’m ready to take the risk of diving into another universe. I don’t know if that’s reckless, or that’s simply love.

-T.A

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لمعان عينيها يبدد آلام العالم

كافكا (via ssaauuddyy)

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وظلت عيناها مُحدقتين إلى ما لا يُروى .

جبران خليل جبران (via ssaauuddyy)

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‏ماذا لو نظرنا فقط في أعيُن بعضنا البعض ؟

كافكا (via ssaauuddyy)

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كانت جميلة، تضج ، وتتذبذب ، كأنها موسيقى!٠

هيرمان هيسه (via ssaauuddyy)

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ياروسلاف سيفرت : أن تكون شاعراً

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ياروسلاف سيفرت : أن تكون شاعراً

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‏ماذا لو نظرنا فقط في أعيُن بعضنا البعض ؟

كافكا (via ssaauuddyy)

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‏أنه في نفسي أكثر مني

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mental health month — 13 reasons why day 3 — week 1 — late entry — post it for you

13 reasons why i should probably love myself:

1: i’m doing this, even after all i’ve been through.

2: i’ve been through a lot, and yet i’m still pretty much alive. i’m still breathing.

3: my thighs are big enough to feel cuddly when i hug them.

4: i love dreaming, and normally, all i dream about are the billion of stars and how i could be in a spaceship with the ones that make me feel like a thousand galaxies intertwined in the deepest abyss my eyes can create.

5: my music taste is flawless. i’m too proud over that fact, though rarely anyone appreciates the songs i show them. who cares, right?

6: I discovered that i can still love so deeply. i can still cherish the touch of a hand or those deep conversations late at night where i’m talking to him and everything is just fine.

7: my eyes are just the right amount of green to make someone confused what the colour is the first time they meet me.

8: my best friend calls me her moon and she loves me to my bones and i feel blessed that i was once upon a time wise enough to try and keep her around.

9: i’m friends with all my exes… but i’ve only just had one.

10: i keep coming back to writing even though sometimes i want to quit. it’s the only thing that’s there for me when the whole world is against me.

11: due to my depressive episodes, i’ve written over 20 scenarios in which a zombie apocalypse can start. i still have no idea what’s with the zombie apocalypse, but i just know it calms my nerves down.

12: i’ve overcome my stage fright the past couple weeks, presenting in front of half of my school, some college representatives (judges, too), and parents. what i’m proud of is that i didn’t dwell much over the fact that i messed up, but rather remember the smile on my best friend and the way she hugged me so tight when i finished.

13: i still haven’t taken those pills i’ve stashed aside, and i’m returning one pill to the box each day. oh, and i’ve been clean for a month and a couple weeks because of her.

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DAMN I FUCKING LOVE THISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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‏هل سبق لك وشعرت إنك عاجز عن مغادرة فراشك خائفاً من مواجهة هذا العالم ؟

‏أرتور أداموف (via ssaauuddyy)

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ﻻ أحد، يعرف اللحظات الصغيرة التي ماتت فيها روحك

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من جولييت إلى فيكتور هوجو:“أحبك، إنها حقيقة! أحبكَ رغماً عني، رغماً عنك، رغماً عن كل هذا العالم”.

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