thereās an artist iām becoming obsessed with but i canāt find them anywhere except on streaming platforms, if anyone can help me find āla marā, iāll truly be grateful šš
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@thesunandherthoughts
thereās an artist iām becoming obsessed with but i canāt find them anywhere except on streaming platforms, if anyone can help me find āla marā, iāll truly be grateful šš
she is the sun
she is the light
she is alone
but in her might
she brings joy
and destroys the loneliness
for others in sight
she is love
in which she shares
even if it tears
her heart
apart.
- me, NB
āWe mature with the damage, not with the years.ā
ā Mateus William
i donāt like feeling this anxiety.
really wish i could read minds because iām tired of trying to guess, doubt and hope truly come hand in hand for me.
i wish i could be seen and respected. wish people did the same for me. all i want is the energy and the effort i show to be reciprocated sometimes. maybe iām just asking for too much or expecting a love that doesnāt existā¦
i donāt think iām okay, i feel so naked emotionally. kind of want everything to pause because nothing can just be easy for me. feel like the universe is saying fuck you for the millionth time.
all i wanna say is that no matter how vulnerable i seem, i am still holding back.
maybe i need to say no.
maybe i need to allow myself comfort.
maybe people donāt care enough to speak the truth.
all iāve ever wanted was to be heard and understood.
i think itās time i care less about others comforts and respect my own.
i expect the same, yet it doesnāt get reciprocated back.
i wish people knew how bad i feel, how much guilt i carry when i do me for me once in a while. i wish people could feel the pain i feel when i feel like iām not caring enough. i want to be more selfish but i truly struggle to love myself and stand up for myself. it is a battle in every moment. it is doubt built upon doubt and guilt and wanting to be accepted and loved.
āEven now, as broken as you may feel, you are still so strong. Thereās something to be said for how you hold yourself together and keep moving, even though you feel like shattering. Donāt stop. This is your healing. It doesnāt have to be pretty, or graceful. You just have to keep going.ā
ā Maxwell Diawuoh
āIm sorry to all the people I hurt whilst I was hurting.ā
ā Unknown
i never thought i could cause pain knowing how it feels to be lost, broken and lonely.
āAnd Iād choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, Iād find you and Iād choose you.ā
ā Unknown
a love letter to sunsets
a collision of earth
and fading light
cloud formations create a kaleidoscope of colours
a wave of fuchsia and watermelon
along the horizon
a splattered blob as if copying a blush rose
amongst the vast shades of blue there are tinges of lavenders and lilacs dancing across the oceans mirror
look to the sky for it darkens
colour fights to be seen
so that one may paint itās beauty
and their memory forever held by the beholder
a beautiful cycle of death that we observe
reborn each day so that we may see itās glory and remind ourselves that we are worthy to live and create
goodbye blÄo, we will meet again tomorrow and everyday forward until i am no longer
do not be sad the day i am gone for another will begin to adore you as i adore you
- the eyes and words of an artist