"My Life Is Miserable, Nothing Is Happening As It Shou-"

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

Peace in Love?

Growing up in a family where love was but a superficial concept among two individuals who claimed to be in love but actually wouldn't think twice before pulling the trigger on each other, I didn't get to understand what love meant.

Romeo and Juliet's story is stereotypically considered to be a great love story but were they really in love? Or did they love the idea of being in love? Sigh, what are you, love?

How crazy it is to think a simple four letter word could have so many meanings depending on who uses it, how they use it, when they use it or why they use it. But um wait, it could be absolutely be meaningless to someone else too. You could think someone is in love with you without realising that they lead you on perfectly. Sigh, anyways moving on.

I have been in love a lot times, but do I know what it actually means? No, but I do for sure know how it feels to be in love. It's so bitter-sweet, so painful yet such a beautiful feeling. It's like getting your soul crushed into a mould just to let it get built by your lover again hoping they do it with care. It's like a baby bird trying to learn how to fly, taking a leap of faith fully aware they might either fall to death or fly higher in the blue mesmerizing sky. It is as if "to love" is "to gamble", "to love" is to "take the risk". You never know if it was worth it unless you give it a try.

Love is not just having lovely moments, it's like a going through a storm and if you're true to yourself and your lover, you'll be just fine with a few scratches maybe but that's all. Love was never just peace, it is a fight, but it's the one you don't fight with eachother but fight for one another. To love is to understand eachother even in the silence. To love is to respect eachother boundaries. To love is to let go of ego and embrace selfless love for one another cuz what goes around come back too.

"Our favourite colour was Red."

Red,

were the lights they put up in their room,

and the carnations they had just bloomed,

while I cried myself to sleep on my bed.

Red,

was the spilled glass of wine on my dress,

as I stared in amazement and somewhat in distress,

how pretty it looked against my scars that slowly bled.

Red,

was all I could see as anger in me grew,

for the future with him I once drew,

had burned down before me as I watched my cupid lie dead.

Vita Sackville-West // Unknown

I hate it when my brain gets VERY creatively active at the most weirdest of time cuz now I have to write a poem while I js got of the shower all butt-naked or else I'll forget it cuz I have short term memory.

Can I talk to you about my love for Alan Walker for 15 hours straight and call it a date pls?

Tumblr walkers exist?!? THEY ARE SO NICE WTH⁉️💞 ~59770

I post here either when I'm suicidal as hell and very self destructive OR when I feel like yapping a lot. Nobody shall know what we feeling rn baby💅

Does your heart sink a little like mine does whenever I see those same sparkle of your eyes in your recent group pictures which I first saw when I held your hand and called you mine for the first time, or were your "I love you"s just a lie like the saying "boys don't cry"?

Psychological need

Fatherhood.