There’s nothing to be pressured about.
The chance of dying without ever tasting what you crave is real, and alive, breathing down your neck.
And no amount of pressure will ever change that.
If you think I need love, read me instead and dare to accept what you have seen on the crappy pages. Cram me I yearn to be known by not the world but you, the one who think I deserve some love.
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
…
The problem was perhaps that I existed, and you existed. We could not overlook each other, yet all we ever offered one another was pain and bitter memories.
Your right, but feelings and moods change maybe sometimes you will realize that it was not shit.
guys
what does it mean if you hurt someone
and
you don’t feel anything
…
asking for a friend
…
i rarely re-read but always keep them at heart,the journey they take me to.
Looks like it’s kindle time again and a reread too.
I have to realize that
anything I do now
amounts to something greater-
a good sleep,
an understanding that I am human
after all,
a walk through quiet forests.
All these things
are of great help to me,
even when they earn me none
of the dimes
that are often needed
to pull myself out of this abyss.
The rebellion is me.
Be sincere, man. Where is it unreachable? Where?
If you love that destination, no place is unreachable. Because love— love is the fuel that takes us to distant lands we dream of, but have no map for.
Love, only love, man. Nothing else. Nothing much.
He does, what he wants, when he wants, how he wants and the atheist won't accept it, that even in there factual existence He was always aware. God, does, what he wants, when he wants, how he wants Period
And the prominent
question man
is not in who
loves us,
but
in who returns
the love
when we offer
it first.