I once heard stories that God saves the cursed, but in this case, I’m sure I am the cursed. And all I need now is His hand to lift this curse of life, this darkness, this weight that I carry alone.
That can make things feel incredibly isolating, like they are stuck on the outside looking in, and I’m really sorry they carry that weight.
Sometimes, our sense of belonging can be shaped by circumstances beyond our control, and it can make us feel like we’re an observer, never fully a part of this world and its people.
maybe to embrace the disconnection without self judgement can be a way but its surely a hard way but the acceptance of ourselves is important here.
Plus taking little steps one connection at a time, learning with patience how people and connections work but most importantly priotising ourselves can be of help my mate.
guys
what does it mean if you hurt someone
and
you don’t feel anything
…
asking for a friend
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We shall overcome, the brutality of life
life is all that we got,ours not there's.
art by @kmcvisuals
The heart goes cold. The heart grows old. The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous. The heart loses it all in the end.
Hell will remain a fantasy until it becomes a reality.
A dangerous you and a confused me met, what would the results be ? A match made from hell.
She was covered in flowers, blooms of every scent and hue. Yet, she was so alone— the kind of loneliness that could kill. Imagine tombstones, not of the forgotten, but of the murdered, adorned with flowers of all sorts. People had spoiled her with flowers.
Is it human to destroy hearts in the seek for love ? Why isn’t it immoral not to love as you are loved ?
Things don’t work like that. Things aren’t seen in eyes not yours. Things are not forced. Things are things and we know not who’s right or wrong until mistakes are made.