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[ajyal-azez]

الكيمياء الذهنية تخلق الاهتمام،

‏الكيمياء العاطفية تولد المودة،

‏الكيمياء الجسدية تولد الرغبة،

‏والكيمياء الروحية تخلق الحب.

‏الروح التوأم تحتوي على كل هذه الأربعة…

‏وأنا لن أقبل بأقل من ذلك.

‏— جون غراي

[mindofserenity]

I know I have mentioned this a handful of times and I hope I don’t seem ungrateful or unappreciative when I do say this...

Every now and then I do like to scroll on instagram and get inspired by beautiful pages with quotes and images. I do find a couple accounts however, and I do spot some of my work I’ve posted here on my blog and them claiming as their own, or discreditting me. I’m not looking for the compliments or praises that they get, but this recent project of mine is very personal. I’m currently gathering everything I have written, (posted and unposted), into one and claiming copyright. It is difficult to get some form of evidence that it is my creation when its been posted several times by others without my name. It’s slowly becoming demotivating to finish it, as I would like to publish it on the date I reverted ‎سبحان الله (it is almost a year). But ‎إن شاء الله it will pull through.

[whatdoessunshinetastelike]

[periodic-euphoria]

A Slice of Double Tiered Vanilla Cake with Purple Fondant and Daisy-Shaped Icing

May I?

Oh yes I’m waiting for my turn.

Can I?

Yes I’ve waited in line.

Would you be so kind as to-

Oh- sorry, you first.

Could I please?

Would you kindly pass me a slice?

Well, I’m just like everybody else here.

I’ve done all the same things and waited in the same line.

So why does everyone else get a slice except me?

If it’s too troublesome for you to cut the slice I’ll do it myself-

Why can’t I have one?

What did I do wrong?

I don’t understand why.

I’m here, like everyone else. We’ve all been here. We all waited. They all got their slices.

A slice of the double tiered vanilla cake with purple fondant and daisy-shaped icing.

There’s still more, there’s enough for me to have a slice.

Just give me my slice.

I would like a slice, please.

Why not me? What makes me the odd one out?

Always the odd one out. Always me.

I never wanted to be here. I didn’t want to wait in line. I didn’t want any of this.

But I’m here. And I deserve a slice.

Not for me. Never for me.

I never get a slice.

[maudeline-moon]

When you are trying to forget him but your playlist is full of his songs, the songs he shared with you...

[tenwordstories]

I’m afraid one day you’re not gonna care about me anymore and you’re gonna be relieved when I’m gone.

[no-caxainah]

Quisiera a alguien para compartir mi locura y sentir que le agrado, así con todo lo que incluye estar a mi lado

[petekeys]

Did you see my eyes, that lack what you have? Where my memories are nightmares, my friends are seen as strangers, my laughter is seen as sickness. Well did you? Rupture me into two, me and you, hot and cold. I wasn't well, but you stood still, I looked ill. When you look at me I want to slit my throat Because I'm sick of wasting my time, with hyenas who share each others lips. While I shake hands with the void, kiss him as if we were in love. And the world around me burns into flames, you watch me knowingly. But I touch you once, you're already gone, like a snake. They call me for nothing and I call you for nothing. These disguises we wear remind me of hell. So utterly careful but nothing more than a fraud of laughter and undesirable smiles. I lay in this basketcase of lies and harsh goodbyes, I'm covered as vile. While you were busy dancing, I fought you in my soul. Thinking twice that I'm gone, Believe me I'm gone. I'm so gone with nothing to confide in. But the void himself is my warmth and love.