two halves become something beautiful.
All of the above.
blank page hell
too many words hell
not enough words hell
not the right words hell
why isn’t there a word for this hell
in my damn feelings hell
edit hell
wrong music hell
i love this too much hell
CHARACTERS, NO! hell
why can’t i word hell
repetition hell
line break hell
GRAMMAR HELL
~ Can you feel my heart ~
How can I show you how I feel? My thoughts are a mess, I can’t concentrate, I can’t think… I’m always tired… Every day is exactly the same. Nothing ever changes. My dreams are lifeless and my life is worthless. It’s hard to get my thoughts on paper. I haven’t finished any story I’ve ever started, so I wonder why I try. I’m a zombie living life in death, waiting for the day I truly die. I want to live again. I want to truly live. I want to love and to be loved. There’s an empty space inside of me. It’s dark and cold and lonely, and only love will fill it. It sounds cliche but it’s how I feel.
She’s everywhere now. But she doesn’t see me. I want to be heard, but can’t find the words. Who would hear a voiceless echo in a sea of words? Maybe one day she will return, or maybe one day I will find her. She’ll hear me and I’ll hear her, And we’ll move to Mars where the world cannot keep us confined. The universe will beckon us into eternity and in the end we’ll see infinity.
How can I show you how I feel?
love this.
X
They do not teach you this in school. They do not show you the beauty of existing, they do not show you the wonder of the Earth, they do not show you the unity that human beings are. They show you who is better, who is worse. They show you what they need to show you in order for their system to survive. They do not show you love.
(via tullipsink)
Libra
I've daydreamed of our forgotten future. I'm sorry for the past.
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