I am fine during the day. I am Maybe a little tired and lonely, but I am alright. And then nights falls and the stars starts to shine and that unbearable mass of sadness comes creeping back, like it did the night before. It thrives in the dark. It thrives in the exhaustion I feel at the end of the day, when I all want to be home but home isn't where I sleep anymore.
~I'll never write
~Love can save people, and I'm not talking about romantic love. I'm talking about platonic, wholesome, unselfish love that demands nothing in return other than that person's safety, happiness and well being. Love for the sake of love. I think this kind of love is wonderful...π«π
A lil message on your bigg dayy
HBD BUDDπ€β‘
~"Tell me what you want", he repeated his voice almost breaking.
"You," I rasped out, a damn breaking. "I want anything you're willing to give me. It's you I want."
"I'll give you the world," he said against my mouth. "The moon, the fucking stars. Anything you ask, it's yours. I'm yours."
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~When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside walking through thier days with no idea who they are...
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~If you ask me to name the most beautiful thing in the world, I'll say kindness. It saves people without you knowing about it. And more than anyone else, it saves you. Cause, being left with regrets is always bitter than humanity.
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"I'm both sad person and the person wanting to comfort the sad person."
And I still know nothing about comforting someone. So, here is my hand as long as you want to hold and my shoulder as long as you want cry....
If my name was a color, it would be grey.
I'm neither good nor bad. I'm really never here,but never really away. I'm never silent, but I never truly talk,nothing is ever off my mind, but I still try to forget. I've never loved anyone, but I've never hated anyone either. I'm Grey.
~I'm no scientist, but I think love is bound to find us all, in the end, it slips underneath doors, floats to us in the sudden wave of a childhood smell in the middle of a bus city street, stopping us in our tracks, it speaks to us in our friend's voices, hoarse with laughter, it caresses our cheeks with hands of our mothers. I must believe there is a little bit of love in everything, or there is a little point in living...
~When everyday seems the same, that is because people have stopped noticing the beautiful things that appear in their lives every time sun crosses the sky..
~There were two reasons I was scared to let people in;the damage they could do, and the damage they could findγ·οΈ
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