#12:48am

[treasuretroves444]

[ughh-tyler]

[abdallahyadam]

في كوميكس حلوه بتضحكني، لو بعتها لأي حد من صحابي هيفهمها وهيضحك بس في واحد منهم بس اللي هيوصله زي ما وصلني، وهو بس اللي هيفضل خمس دقايق يضحك عليه زي أنا ما عملت وكل ما يفتكره يضحك زي ما انا بعمل, دا بس اللي ببعتهوله,

في أغاني من اللي بحبها مش حكايه بستخسرها في حد، بس مش بحب أبعتها لحد مش هتبقي قيّمه عندوا زي ما هي غاليه عليا، ومش هيحسها زيي، وهيعاملها معامله أي أغنيه، أو أغنيه حلوه وخلاص عادي،ف مش ببعتها غير للي هبقي مطمن إنو هيعاملها بطريقه تليق بيها وبمكانتها,

مبحبش أشوف أي حد كدا بيحب في شخصياتي ومسلسلاتي المفضله،في ناس من كلامهم بحسهم أنا، الشخصيه وصلالهم زيي بالمللي، بيقولوا الكلام االي بحسه فعلا، وبحب أفضل أقرا كلامهم وحبهم في المسلسل والشخصيه بدون أي غيره ولا بتضايق, غير أي حد تاني بيتكلم وخلاص في العموم وبينزل كوتس وصور من المسلسل,

مبحبش أشوف حد لابس تيشرت ريال مدريد كدا وخلاص وهو مش مدريديستا بجد، جايب التيشرت لمجرد إن شكله حلو أو عشان ببشجع الريال علي الماشي ، بحب أشوف اللي لابس التيشرت يبقي حاسس بقيمته وعظمته، وإنه مش مجرد تيشرت عادي.

[the-run-away-dreamer]

Brutal

I can’t sleep.

Talking to you has woken up all that I tried to lay to rest. I can no longer ignore your existence.

From year 6 to year 9 at school boys would ask me out as a joke/ as a dare. I never trusted anyone talking to me.

When I was around 11 or 12 my sister spent months convincing me our parents would divorce. She told me daily that I was tearing the family apart and that we’d all have to live separately and that it was all my fault.

But what you did was the most mentally brutal thing I have ever been put through.

You are the only person I have ever let completely in. The only person who has ever been given my best friends number, had their picture on my social media, had dinner with my parents, been given my mothers number.

I let you into areas of my life I have never mixed before. I trusted you, every red flag I saw you told me not to worry about. I was happier than I’ve ever been in my life because I loved and trusted you and you said you loved me back.

You claim you still do but; if you love someone you don’t walk out on them. Not even for a minute. That makes me wonder if you ever loved me at all. Did you just mistake something else for love?

I fell for you and you left me.

Suddenly

And brutally.

Out of all the hurt I’ve ever felt this was worse than everything all at once.

Deapite all that, I don’t hate you, I’m angry but not at you. I want you to be happy even if your happiness means my sadness. I want you to enjoy your life even if I’m not in it. I’m a little bit angry and whole lot hurt that this happened. But I’m not angry at you for doing it.

I want to go for coffee sometime; I want to sit with you and laugh. Ignoring completely the elephant in the room. I don’t know, let’s see how it goes from there.

[un-invierno-eterno]

Eres el arte que le faltaba a mi acuarela.

-Winter❄

[kat-st]

Искам да пътувам с теб Да ти готвя Като станеш сутрин да ми направиш кафе,а аз да ти направя палачинки Искам да те прегръщам силно Искам да прекарам неделя по пижама с теб Искам да се разхождаме по плажа късно вечер Искам да гледаме вечер любимите ни сериали сгушени заедно А ти искаш ли? Искаш ли да повторим всичко отначало, но този път както трябва

[lazyannoyingwriters-blog]

Midnight Thoughts #1

Should I write a song or a paper? A poem seems like a good middle ground. I have music and words trapped in my chest and the need to sing fills my entire being. Music engages and connects while I have too many run on sentences that appear to be running for their lives. Leaving footnotes so long it takes up more than a page but an entire night. If I had a voice that rang sweet would you stop to listen to my words?

Do beats need to carry for you to view my burdens as worthy enough of a listen? I get stuck on similar topics and find beauty in things you seem to pass by. I thought people would run into my life like a girl late for class trips, eyes meeting a strangers as they lean down to help scattered sheets of paper find order. It seems lessons I thought learned need to be taught again so you may gain the ability to see things through multiple perspectives. Life is a kaleidoscope of lessons and learning, tumbling around on each other until you’re not sure of whats an answer and whats a question. Reaching peace has been the acceptance that most of my questions will remain only answered by more questions and that there will be paths I will take only to teach me not to take them. That there are songs that can only be learned through the experiences of life and that most of these songs remain unheard.

-mal harris

[urstylishgirlfriend]

I had a dream about you the other night You were holding me from behind I could feel our heartbeats With your hands around my waist I wanted to frozen the moment There was no fear Nothing else but each other In my dream you were my partner In my dream I could touch you In my dream I was well aware Because I knew it was only a dream