#thoughtsinmyhead

[lifewithbells]

Do you ever get a random weird feeling in your tummy like you’re not supposed to be here or you don’t belong here? And it will always happen when you’re surrounded by loved ones, but never when you’re a random in a crowd

[heybcd]

I’m hurting and no poetry can ever explain that.

[firmflexing]

My Thoughts on.. №16: History. It's the one thing we have to learn from. It's the only evidence there is as for how certain actions and events can or will turn out. It also is impossible to rewrite, no matter how much and how many people have tried. History itself doesn't change. Discoveries about it, how it's being perceived, and the lessons we take from it will change, all the time. Let's not get stuck in the past, and let's not try to erase it also. Let's use it to get and do better.

[signednse]

Quarantined thoughts

It's a weird time to be alive isn't it?

Like, its acceptable to be antisocial

But it's also recommended.

Huh?... I can build a pillow fort and stay there and none of yall can judge me now 🤙

Thoughts of a pisces ♡

~Signed, NSE

[monwallacewrites]

Grief is constant. But it also comes in waves. Sometimes it’s a steady stream which leaves you treading water so easily you don’t even realise you’re doing it. Then the tsunami hits and you can’t help but notice that everything is wrong. You want to go back to the way it was before but you can’t, because that place, that version of you, no longer exists. It went to the grave with them.

—Monique Wallace

[lifewithbells]

“ but were you ever in love with me ?”

The question hung in the air. The heaviness of it could be felt by both of us

“Yes , ofcourse I cared for you, ” my voice trembled.

“ That’s not what I asked,” he said

He looked at me from across our bedroom.

5 years hanging between us

“ Were you ever in love with me ?” He asked again

I looked away, avoided his eyes .

“ Did you ever love me ?” he whispered.

I could hear a mixture of emotions in his whisper as it broke

I looked at him, perhaps for the last time. My throat felt dry, preventing me from speaking , telling a lie .

I could not answer.

For how could I tell a man, who loved me,

I, not for one moment , have felt the love he felt for me

[heybcd]

Stood still, heart,

I know you're not ready for this to happen again,

I'm sorry I've caused you to ache again,

Bear with me I'm still figuring things out.

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Stay calm, brain,

I know you're tired,

I'm sorry I've overthought again,

Help me what to do.

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Be strong, self,

I know it's hard for you,

I'm sorry you need to experience this again,

Hang in there, things will work out soon!

[firmflexing]

My Thoughts on.. №15: Social media. I think it's a great thing that we have so much of the world at our fingertips at any given moment. And we can shape and use the platform however we like, as long as it's within its constraints. But this also means that you will inevitably create and stay within your own bubble, inside the bubble that is the platform itself. The more you use social media, the more narrow your bubble tends to become, while you may feel like it's expanding but all that you discover is probably more of the same. I find that too many people think their bubble represents the world and that therefore it is the be-all and end-all. Please be aware that the same exact social media that makes you feel whole, will tear you apart one way or another. Proceed with caution.