i dream of words spoken into infinite space glittering on with heavy beauty and shadow and no shame.
im all alone it is not your fault it is mine and iam so lost sometimes, im needy, i want to reach on rings of the saturn and imagine to have sex there.
to fail to love is not to exist at all – mark von doren
he gave you all the air in his lungs and you lost it kissing someone else.
how many scars did we justify because we loved the person holding the knife.
you stabbed me a thousand times and acted like you were the one bleeding
loving you was like navigating a dense fog, i convinced myself i knew the shapes of our landscape but when the sun broke through the mist i realized i had been filling in blanks to comfort myself.
she got oceans tucked away in her hair poems swim under her skin.
even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, i will love you
love yourself dont set yourself on fire to keep others warm
the power in every relationship lies in the hands of the who cares kess, but the power is not happiness.
im falling for you way too fast adn way too hard, but that is not the scary part. the scary part is not knowing if you will be tehre to catch me when i hit the bottom.
i fed her with my mind instead of my body
i still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doest know hen to stop giving.
maybe i did not lose you, maybe you were not really there. maybe what we were was simply an illusion condused as love, but im not person in a half.
he loves her chaotic beauty, gives her wings, keeps her safe, one day she will fly into his arms, blindfold. leap of faith.
it is sad really, we fabricated the idea that souls are real just to convince ourselves we are not empty.
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“i” doest become “We” it still become “you” and “me”.
i wish, i could swim thorugh conversatuons with others as easiily as i swim through my own thoughts.
my mind is in water, either spinning in a gyre. drowning by sinking to the bottom. or floating along the river.
in the depths of hell, do not demons love one another?
inject the memes into your bloodstream
keramahan berarti kesiadaan untuk membuka diri, rumah atau negara bagi orang lain “unconditional hospitality that is openness to whomever to any newcomer”.
the more i think deeper, somehow i become ithy about something that i understand, make me over thinkin and think over, these uncomforable feelings make me grind harder about life itself.
have you ever meet person who at first glance you are not attracted to, but then you talk and with every word smile laugh they become more beautiful until there was a moment you did not think they were.
but pleasure is bried in the world my sweet – jekyll
society should destigmatize incorrect grammar, obviously some grammar is important but as long as you are easily understandable, it should not be made fun of.
how can i say : i love you, if i know the word love either as a verb or a nound would be destroyed in front of you.
hey if you need someone to talk to, i will listen to you untill you forget why you were sad and being here, i will drop my phone number in your chat if only you asked for it.
he thought of her as a giant, but she thought of him no more than a tiny ant
i would like to talk to someone who probably want to talk about how we felt, what it meant to us, we can talk about facts and feelings, we jsut not stay on surface of our conversation.
if you were quicksand i dont mind if you sucked me in, lost till the bottom of rabbit;s hole. i dont mind if we were lost together. me and you vs lonliness.
my heart is an abondened planet (eric greinke, 1994)
when you learn how to die, you learn how to live (friday with morrie p.104)
dont wanna invanding my solitude with your useless messages.
will you drowning yourself in a sweet illusion?
love could be labled “posion” and i swear we would drink it anyways.
do you ever have a sense that you fear for who truly you are?
speaks into poems, like if we were poets having conversation who would tend to write down about life? so anyone?
crying is a way that your heart has had enough but is still fighting for someone who wont return.
what is a real lonliness for you?
you dont need other people to drive away your lonliness you just needed to find a way to talk to it.
do you comfortable to sit along with your own thoughts, i wanna know what you think of, will you tell me, what is it?
percakapan-percakapan yang terisolasi.
hey, i think i lost another one, thought that maybe i was done, but darling i will be here, you will find me writing love letters to no one.
my ex she gave me something that world cant never take it back from me, a thought. now your words just like waves on the shore, swashing back and forth, on and on.
are you days get numbered? cause i think my days get numbered too
i dont care, i already all alone.
i will tell you something about me, i never chase a girl, cause i got asthmatic.
is there anyone here who has a feeling of certain death? absolute certain death?
she will put up guard and assume everyman can trap her anytime until proven otherwise.
i will crucify myself to let you know and show that you are not alone on this miserable world.
sex is the consolation you have, when you cant have love.
do i look like need smart or intellectual person to accompany me, i dont need them i would like to have someone who understand what is like to be cripple one, but we can laugh it sometimes.
she wanted to be fully isolated from the toxicity in humanity lost in isolation which felt like loneliness stuck in the depths of her mind.
silence is not empty it is full of answers.
we were never meant to be in love, we were only ever meant to learn love from one another.
tapi apakah cinta itu ada? benarkah ia menjadi hal yang membuat hidup bermakna? atau cinta itu palsu? karena ia sekedar libido dan hasrat semata?
how can i feel so fuckin lonely with your hands on my chest and also yours on mine, you whisper what do you want to do next? our generation is taking love out of sex, so the question is left ‘if you love me, let me know’.
i fall in love with an idea when two broken people fall in love each other.
love is what makes sex more than mastrubation, if there is no love even if you are really with a partner, you mastrubate with a partner, you became a tissue to wipe the dick.
at least i have loved someone more than i love my ownself and i knew how does it feels like.
how about while you lying on the bed and wanting someone to explore, to talk about your night time thoughts or everything that bothered you or trying to relax your mind, can we?