#latethoughts

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[eyeofzeus]

Sometimes you get caught in a particular season longer than you were supposed to.

It happens so don’t beat yourself up about it.

Just find your way out.

[drinksongin]

Maturing sucks.

[itsundefinedlanguagess]

[cometsummers]

Destined to be alone

#latethoughts

[krystaldioza]

Do you ever feel isolated? Mentally? Physically? Emotionally? Sord of, draining yourself, and no one being able to relate to you? Or mainly, not wanting to tell someone the full story because either way, their point of views will be different? And it’ll be an on going case of....feeling isolated....because in the end you feel alone...because no one will truly be able relate.

[midsummernight111]

do you ever feel like nothing around you is real? and nothing is really happening. like, i can’t tell whether something has happened to me in real life or if i just dreamt it. i don’t know?

[whereismymilk3]

Late night thought #1

wait when tf did this emoji 🤰have her baby 🤱

like CONGRATS B! 🎉

[ems-ollie]

Do you think they would even care if they knew how much they fucked me up?

[rikkithemermaid]

Sleeepppppy always zzzZzzzZ

[bruhwhatevenisthis]

Old Love

My heart pounded, loudly.

Louder than it has in long time, sadly.

He was present again.

My heart leapt then.

It could not stop, not how it sounded.

It should have though, the way it resounded.

Happy, I should have been.

But tonight told me I was not, deep within.

Something tonight was different.

So incredibly magnificent.

[gxlden-thoughts]

You’re sitting on your bed staring at the ceiling. The 12 am stars shine through your open window. Your homework has been finished hours ago, and now you can spend your time imagining endless scenarios of romantic, late night museum dates and adventurous hikes through the quiet woods. The art on your walls look down upon you, and beautiful classical music streams softly from your record player.

ig/gxlden.thoughts

[eyeofzeus]

[nozombie]

World perception

I can imagine my thoughts as a book sometimes, it makes it easier to think. My thoughts are like deers or rabbits. They stand there calm and still but the second you approach them or even acknowledge them they’re gone, retreated back to an underground maze.

i think about a lot of things.

All we (as people) ever experience and know is our own minds, our thoughts and feelings. We can never truly experience someone else. I think the closest you can get to experiencing the same thing as another person is through drugs. But even then you're still just experiencing your reaction to chemicals. your brain, your reaction.

its like when people wonder about colour. My green may not be your green, my green might just be your red. There’s no way you could know. We simply interpret and recognise them the same way. it makes me wonder about how people think, how someone thinks compared to me, their reactions and go to thoughts, where their mind wanders off to. I wonder how different it would be to truly experience someone, what would it be like to be in someone else’s mind for the day, to see how they perceive the world. Not just to experience, but to truly be, without filter or consciousness. 

Its sort of lonely... In a way. alone, misunderstood because its literally impossible to understand.  Or,  they might understand but not experience, therefore not properly understand. I wonder if it’d be possible to find someone who sees your green. I stand here and see a blue sky, a man or woman stands on the other side of the world and sees the same blue. I’m not just talking about colour here, thoughts and reactions. They have the same chemicals, same ratio and same reactions. what would that be like? Is this possible? Is it not this simple? it must be possible. this is where I get confused though, the rabbits have run away at this point. 

stupid, sensitive rabbits. 

[huliaswords]

love doesn’t stop.

how many goodbyes have i already gave you. how many last kisses. last words. and yet here i remain. the drunk “i love you”s the sober “i hate you”s spilling over. it’s a vicious cycle where i say i’m done but i’m not. a constant cycle you say fuck off and then come back. a cycle that, i’m not sure will ever end. because here’s the thing you see, i love you. i always will. it’s a choice i regret making and a choice i’m afraid to take back. because loving you is precious, it lets me know i have emotions it lets me know i am alive. loving you is a vice. the same way i chose to love you i can choose to stop. but i don’t because i’m scared that when i do, i’ll love someone new and they won’t be you. it’ll be worse than you. the day i choose to stop loving you will be the day someone better, someone new will love me. and that’s scary because almost everyone i know that has spilled “i love you” has hurt me. and maybe that’s the thing. I can't love myself because i’ve been taught to love me is to hurt me, so whether i love or i don’t, the outcome will always be pain. 

[an0therversion]

Wondering why things had to end up the way they did. I try to convince myself that it was you who lost me; but I think of you and I feel that loss. Despite me be able to live without you, I still miss you. I still want you.