#8:57pm

[ajyal-azez]

[closetgremlin]

"

"Hey kid," Tahim asked, "you doing ok?"

Cev sat at the table with a mug of a strong-smelling dark liquid in his hand. He stared straight ahead, and Tahim could see that he was practically vibrating in place.

"Tahim?" Cev asked.

His voice never raised at the end, Tahim was concerned.

"What's up?"

"I think I can hear shapes now."

"Oh boy," Tahim said, taking the mug from him, "yeah ok that's enough of that for you." He took a whiff of its contents. "Holy Seven Sephram Saints, who thought it'd be a good idea to give you coffee?"

"Tahim? I can't feel my heart beating."

"That's 'cause it's goin' real quick bud. Hey Cev—don't drink this again, ok? I don't think it's good for you."

Cev reaches out his little hands, eyes on the mug.

"But I like it," he said, making grabby hands.

"Op!" Tahim exclaimed as the child tried to grab the mug with magic. "Cev, no-!"

"

[zyin]

It's 9pm. I woke up past noon.. If I sleep now I might only need to sleep for like 4 hrs and then I can watch my anime undisturbed.

[choaswl]

تظن أن صمتي سهل و أنا في أشد الحاجة للصراخ و العتاب..و لكن ولا صراخي سينتهي ولا عتابي سيرحمك فما الفائدة يا صديقي؟ ما الفائدة و أنت لا تخطئ و لا تعترف بخطأك مهما حدث...

[ajyal-azez]

يقول البعض أن اِنتهاز الفرصة مثل القطار يمر مرة واحدة حاملاً معه أحلامك. فأقول أنا ؛ إنّ الفرص تمرّ مراراً وتكراراً ولكن علينا أن نعي جيداً كيف روح تلك الفرصة هل هي ملائمة بوجه الخصوص، وآمنة لأرواحنا ؟

[serotonina-kf5]

Me siento de la mierda y no hay nadie aquí para escucharme.

[brunchthesurface]

Holy Moly today's been a long day.

[usedtobeawriter]

October 6th 2015

And I'll keep faith that one day it'll be good, and okay and like the jelly fish-

you weren't the first person to tell me there was no such thing- countless people told me no, but it was true there were - and love is possible, and so it forgiveness and a lot of things are possible

But it's the reality. What exists in the spaces where we belong.

Sometimes rebirth means you die, and from our love I've died a million times- but that's how we grow, we leave- move on and forgive ourselves and the situation.

The idea of tomorrow becomes a new possibility, a new reality, a sharp and rude awakening.

Like Edna Pontilier, like Jay Gatsby, like bell hooks, Yunior and all these other people who have lost and woken up and stepped back to realize.

What's in the past is gone, and the pieces of what used to be will linger- but we grow.

Alone we grow.

Love is tragic, love is a puzzle, a mistake, a blessing, a miracle love is everything, love is nothing. Love is absence and presence of many emotions. Love is the corners and spaces of life it's the blanks and fillings its a story, love is a letter, a word. Love is reality and love is an illusion. It's the good that bad the black and gray. It's the white, love is white with swirls and mixes of greens and reds and magenta and the thoughts in your head.  

Love is a tragedy.