Oct 22, 2021
somehow, the unpredictable yet stale feeling of melancholy i share with sadness is filling the emptiness—the gaps—the void inside me. that's why maybe,
just maybe..
I can't seem to let it go.
—h.n.
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somehow, the unpredictable yet stale feeling of melancholy i share with sadness is filling the emptiness—the gaps—the void inside me. that's why maybe,
just maybe..
I can't seem to let it go.
—h.n.
photo from: sustancy on Tumblr
you have told me you love every part of me when you have only seen the ravishing masks i wear on, so when the dainty day was over and night had came, i took the heavy mask off and you did not expect what you saw you took one step backward, then followed by two and many steps continuously— afraid i might bite you with these fangs I've had hidden for times i tried to tell you that it's okay and it's still me— the one whom you tell your sweet stories to i tried to tell you that it's okay and it's still me— the girl who have danced with you on that soft summer night, barefoot, raw faces, wide smiles, and thousands of ocean dreams to hear i tried to tell you that it's okay and it's still me— but you have forgotten all the good in me when you have seen that one bad thing i always hid from you now i don't wear those filthy, beautiful masks anymore for i don't want to see another person befuddled by how i look beyond those i will let you see this pair of deadly eyes, fangs as sharp as knives, and heart as dark as hell; the monster that have slept in between my nightmares have became me in the process. you have told me you love every part of me but when you saw me at my darkest, you left. — h. photo by @rachbtw
i thought i was okay with calm—until I crashed with the storm in you and remembered how I love to dance with chaos; one beautiful disastrous night with you would be just fine. — h.
photo by @tank-girll
i love how i can turn suicide notes into love letters; i hate how i can write it in reverse just as much.
—an excerpt from the eulogy I'd probably write for myself.
—h.n.
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but even if i tell you, you wouldn’t understand, would you?
— h. 010420