It's okay to be okay. You don't have to keep hurting just to prove how much you've been through.❤️

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It's okay to be okay. You don't have to keep hurting just to prove how much you've been through.❤️
I don't believe in reducing someone to a single word. You aren't broken, you aren't perfect. You are all the good deeds that you did for someone you love/loved. You are assembled with the forgiveness that you had to give yourself before you could ask anyone else. You are a thunderstorm of emotions and a rainbow of feel-goods. You are a warrior from the tragic tales of past and a dreamer of future.
You are anything but a word
If only words could make people bleed.
If only words could make people bleed.
Then the world would be a different place.
The "sorry" would finally heal wounds.
And " thank you" would be a return gift.
"welcome" would have the same value, but we would have something In return to give.
It would humble hearts with pleasure of returning.
Maybe some people would return without being pounded by their guilt.
If only words could make people bleed.
Then the world would know the true murderers, the one who killed dreams would finally be revealed.
There would be people walking with scars, maybe we would see no-one different from eachother.
Maybe we will finally know we might not be that different, when it comes to pain we felt and made them feel to each other.
If only words could make people bleed
If only words could make people bleed.
Then you would know your scars and where they came from.
Maybe you will be little aware of your hearing.
And the true wounds would finally be revealed.
You would be careful to listen and whom you listen, you would finally see.
People would be finally careful with what they say.
But for now they only cut wounds even you can't see.
" sticks and stones may break my bones, but words they cut deep"
If only and only words could make people bleed.
If only words could make people bleed.
Maybe just maybe you would be a human as in human, and just not some lost sheep.
The literature romance ❤
why can't people just have literature romance.
Read books together, go on a library date, study together, buy eachother books of romance and poetry. There are millions of books waiting to be read and felt through hearts. Think about it you're educating both yourselves.
"I think she is mad at me"
*sending voice note reciting poems
Dude like handwritten letters are the bomb. 💌
Sending them handwritten letters with expensive ink you bought together the pen you bought together. saving money together for freaking letter papers and accessories. !!
I know not everyone is like this but you can learn together though.
Be educated romantics!! Don't just drive your emotions in it, Grow together !!!!
I mean you're a team together. And teamwork needs activities to grow.
Love is just the start you have a damn life with that person go and have a literature romance once a while 💌
We really don't know much about love because we don't educate ourselves in it. Maybe it's safe to say we're just at the surface of this thing called LOVE. We were just not enough curious to know about it more.
It takes a lot to write sometimes.
It takes a lot to write sometimes,
It's just the way it is.
Because the words are just not words for us they are the golden bridge to the land of our worlds.
And sometimes it's hard to maintain that bridge where only few walk in and so much of us has been invested in maintaining the route.
it takes a lot to write sometimes.
I swear it does, the stories you read are made out of nothing.
The level of craziness you need to wake in you is sometimes less for us.
It's no less than God like creating something out of nothing. And yet every story is not the same.
it takes a lot to write sometimes.
I swear it does, sentences are a part of us. Sliced every inch by inch, carefully joining to present you a necklace of them.
Just so that people can wear it in their mouth. So that they can be seen. We believe they deserve it.
It takes a lot to write sometimes.
I swear it does, we want our pain to have a meaning. Our tragedies are the beauty we see. And our stories are hard to live by.
If only you could see what world we see. Inside of each and every one of you. You are our living acedemia.
It takes a lot to write sometimes.
I swear it does, because sometimes it doesn't make sence to love and be loved. Hate or to be hated. Held or be forsaken.
Were always in the middle of "something that will be and something that has been " and to be here is hard. To create here is hard.
I swear it takes a lot to write sometimes.
I swear it does because some of us we bleed in words.
And when the bleeding stops is when we die.
Words that saves you
I'm not here to amuse your existence with the magic of words.
I'm here because I exist.
These words are just not words.
They are the roar of my inner lion.
letting you know of my existence. Sometimes I roar loud to the point I'm scared with myself and sometimes I let out a moan of pain to ease the wounds.
Writing is just not an extra job for me.
This is my roar.
A part of my existence.
I write not out of curiosity or fun.
I write because I have to.
If I don't my inner lion will eat me from inside for what dosent kill you outside will slowly start from the inside.
This is not my fear this is my necessity. This right here is my therapy to shove the devils out.
" Because the words that killed you, sometimes are the words that saves you "
" In the name of love, he sold everything. His dreams and himself. "
said the dumb love that blinded millions, with a smerk on his face. His work was done.
- The man who didn't knew love.
The future :
The future is in the actions of the old & the ideas being created through that actions in the minds of the young.
Read that again let that sink in.