Tears filled her eyes,
She knew it was late (or too late).
The sky turned dark,
As she sat and wrote.
She couldn’t see,
Was it the dark or never ending tears?
As she wrote pages of her affection,
To her lover,
Who left,
And didn’t wait.
・*:..。o○☆*゚¨゚゚・*:.☆.*。o○☆*゚¨゚゚・*:..。o○☆*゚¨゚
May your bookshelves be full and your tea always warm.
Ah yes... Comfort song😩💖
Ireland
The Banshees of Inisherin (Martin McDonagh, 2022)
here
THANK YOU 🤧💖
I know no one really cares buuut.....
.... I finally got the courage and talked to my GP about me possibly having ADHD.
I can’t believe I did it. I’m scared and nervous and I can’t really describe how I feel rn there’s so much going on in my head
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
I’m scared
Also I’m booked for an MRI scan coz this back ain’t lifting shiiii
I really think school needs to chill a little...
I honestly feel like death with all the work
It’s so upsetting to see how many people live the same heartbreaking reality. No child (no matter how old they are) should feel the burden of their parents negativity. No child should feel anger and pain because of their parents. It doesn’t have to be physical to effect you. I hope everyone finds healing and love no matter how hard it seems to be.
Some fathers are born miserable
I think
Or at least mine was
He had a rough childhood
He hardened his heart
Threw out his feelings- left unused
He stares at the world with dead eyes
Soon, he's gifted with children
You'd think kids would change him
But he remains a miserable man to this day
Dragging us through the muck of his pain
Allowing us to swallow his discomfort and agony
Instead of teaching us things
Like love and regulating feelings-the good, the bad, and the downright ugly
We learned how to be filled with rage and emptiness
How to yell until our voice bounces off the walls
Our faces red from our generational anger
We can't help but tether his suffering
To our bones
But as an "adult"
In her Wretched Twenties
Who sees him with fresh eyes
I will not be the keeper of my fathers' pain
Breaks my heart
Just because we aren't seeing more posts about Palestine, doesn't mean the genocide has stopped. Let's keep Praying and speaking up for Gaza, Palestine.