Just another writer

Thoughts of a lonely girl. I write stories and poetry. Check out my book 'Try Me' below: https://my.w.tt/sJmgOo8Ob1 Wattpad: awriternamed_sarahxo

[thewriterchick18]

The aching sadness in my chest never fucking go away.

[thewriterchick18]

People will empathize characters they see on screen, in movies and tv show. But they forget to empathize people who are in front of them, real humans who display real emotions and deteriorating mental health signs. Amazing, isn't it?

[naartjie-hijabi]

Just a small reminder

Do not stop talking about Palestine

Do not stop boycotting, do not stop protesting, do not stop speaking out. Be the voice for those who had their autonomy stripped away. Be the voice for the people, the parents, the grandparents, the children, the infants. Be the voice for the animals, the trees, the buildings, the very soil that has been desecrated. Stand up for what is right in whatever little way is possible, but do not stop talking about Palestine.

DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE

DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE

DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE

[fullafag]

Beauty of Palestine 🇵🇸 💚

[arabhope]

القدس المحتلة، فلسطين 🇵🇸

Occupied Al-Quds, Palestine 🇵🇸

[thewriterchick18]

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

[thewriterchick18]

Why is my sadness not important? Why I get constantly overlooked, as if I am a ghost that people see right through. Why does only my voice gets drowned in the sea of others. What even is the point in being alive if I get always ignored, brushed aside.

[thewriterchick18]

When I say that nobody loves me or cares for me, I am not saying it for seeking attention. I am merely stating the truth. No matter who, everyone has ever only used me for their own gains, family and friends both. They have wanted me around because I am a good listener, because I give the best advice, because I can never say no to any thing no matter what cost I have to pay, personally or else. They have disappear as soon as their purpose was fulfilled.

[thewriterchick18]

My heart feels homesick for yours.

[thewriterchick18]

I won't find peace in this life.

[thewriterchick18]

The truth is, I miss him. More than I should. More than he deserves. I read somewhere that sometimes you meet someone for the first time and recognise them immediately like you knew them from before, you love them even when you don't know them. The reason is these people have met before as souls and have known each other. That's why you love someone for no reason and hate someone for no reason. I guess this was that. I loved him when I didn't knew who he was. I did not know anything , just that my heart knew his from centuries and he feels like home. I'm afraid I won't feel that feeling again with someone. I'm afraid I won't find home.

[thewriterchick18]

Its so heartbreaking to know that I can go a whole day without talking to anyone or meeting anyone and having zero human contact and still I won't be missed. Nobody would think twice why I haven't been online since 24hrs or why I am not picking up anyone's calls.

[thoughtkick]

“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”

— Joan Bauer (via perfeqt)

[thewriterchick18]

My skin is like paper.

It holds record of every battle I have ever fought.

I write my history on my skin.

Etched with blade and blood ink.

The ink runs down my wrist, staining the bathroom floor.

The tiles cold on my back,

as I etch yet another event in history.

So I can remember the battles I have been in.

With myself, with the world.

-s.s

[thewriterchick18]

I have a question

That has been on my mind for awhile

Tell me what will be your reaction,

If I die tonight?

Will it be regret,

That you didn't get the

chance to tell me what you feel?

Or would it be sadness,

Thinking how much life

I had ahead of me.

Perhaps it will be anger,

That I finally let my demons win.

For me, it will be happiness

Because I'm finally resting in peace.

-s.s

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“Oh if you know what I am willing to give just to have your head on my shoulder, to feel the rise and fall of your chest against mine, to wear your smile on my lips and have your muffled laughter underneath the covers at 3 in the morning. If only you know what I would give just to have you here with me.”

— Lukas W. // If only you know

[not-hard-to-love]

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