#writing to heal

[joeybass00]

Hey,

Hope you’re day is going great

I hope today you walked outside and the spring air took away your troubles for a second

I hope you woke up this morning with a smile on your face as the sun came in your window

I hope you picked the perfect outfit on your first try this morning

I hope your hair fell perfectly into place like you wanted it too

I hope your music had the perfect shuffle while you played it in the background of whatever you were doing today

I hope you had a moment to relax and forget about all the sadness and anxiety

I hope your tik toks made you laugh today

Cause I hope someone got to see that smile and it brightened their day up just as much as it used to brighten up mine

I could never know wether or not your day is good or bad anymore

But sometimes

I can still hope

The thought of you being in even the slightest bit happy gets me through my days

I hope you’re doing your best with everything

I’m proud of you

And I’ll always still care, wether you think I do or not

-J.T

[ninasdrafts]

When I ask the universe to send me little signs of you, I don’t have to keep my eyes and ears open. They're not hidden. You're everywhere. I notice you in the smell of freshly made coffee, or a whiff of perfume I pick up in the streets. I notice you in a word I read on an advertising space or in a song playing on the radio or in a conversation I pick up on a barely occupied train. I notice you in an echo of laughter ringing through a room that otherwise would've been empty. You're in a ray of sunlight warming my cheek and in the first drop of rain hitting the pavement on a hot day. I don’t even have to focus to notice you in everything all around me. I don't have to listen. I don't have to look out for you. That's the magic, I guess: knowing you're not gone, not really. Believing it with every fibre of my being. And on days where I forget, I can return to the places where I know I'll find you and I will never be disappointed.

you're everywhere / n.j.

[family-oddity]

[junipopzz]

“all i want is someone to take every rotten part of me and tell me it’s beautiful.

to feast upon everything i think makes me ugly.

i want to be eaten whole, not ripped apart.

i refuse to be small and digestible ever again.”

- via junipop

[lovelydwyn]

I think some people become writers because they have no one to talk to.

[i-wish-i-could-stay]

What are we supposed to do now?

What are we supposed to do later?

If we go together it won’t be as scary.

So I’ll sit with you until the end of the world.

[growingthroughtheseasons]

When I've given all I can

The well is empty, my soul is dry

To you

all of me

will never be enough

[rheingoldweg12a]

Can’t sleep. And am I really writing my very first Thiel/Boerne-Story, in which Alberich isn’t even mentioned. Well what a strange day indeed. 

[metanoiaduende]

too much

Sometimes my head is too thick to actually think. Sometimes my emotions don't allow me to think straight. Sometimes the injustices of the world are too much to handle. I wish I was less like me and more like the woman I want to be.

Its to much of burden, it is too much weight upon my shoulders. I never feel straight. I never feel like enough.

sometimes I feel thick, I feel slow to the program. Like I should of caught up years or even months ago. I go at my own pace, which is far to relaxed.

Why can't I be different, why can't I be normal.

Like that SZA song, 'normal girl'. I wanna be normal. I don't want to be sad. I don't want to question myself and I think that maybe, just maybe if I could just one day wake up and everything will be okay, I wouldn't have a storm in my head that throbs all day long.

Why is my face like that? People can sense the melancholy from a mile away. I wear my feelings on my face, like a mask, that not really a mask, so I guess its more like an open book.

There is no real point I have, I just felt like writing to write. Writing makes me feel better. Maybe one day someone will understand what I am going through, or maybe I am too depressed and most people don't want to bear that. They are bearing there own problems.

That is very understandable, but maybe if you read this you'll at least understand.

[septemberbliss]

I have pulled myself from the depths of depression to the person i am today. i did that on my own, and i am so fucking proud of myself. - a g p

[joeybass00]

No more pain

This feels different now

I finally got that one hour I needed

I needed to say the words I rehearsed in my head daily while we were apart

This weight on my chest was lifted.

Moving on like you needed me too is gonna be easier now because I know you know now I wasn’t trying to hurt you

I can be at peace that we can both heal the right way now

Take care love

Hope to hear from you when you’re ready

But take your time

I promise you won’t loose me

[ninasdrafts]

Suddenly you’re twenty-seven and you’re in a room full of strangers, asking yourself „how the hell did I even get here?“. The people around you mean nothing to you, at least not in the long run, and you feel more alone than you have in years. Briefly, you think about taking one of them home with you, but what if it leads to unanswered texts and new attachments you don’t want and what if it’s just mindless fun and leads to nothing at all? You’re scared it will matter in a few years‘ time and at the same time you’re scared it won’t. You look around the room, into all the happy faces, and you wonder what’s going on behind these façades. Because you know it’s not real. It can’t be. Because in two days, it‘ll be Monday again and you‘ll go back to a job you can’t stand, with people you only smile at because you have to. It makes you wonder if it’s all worth it - the pretending, the lying, the scheming for a way out. Because you’re twenty-seven. You know yourself better than you did ten years ago. You know what you’re capable of. You‘ve seen it every day for the past years. So why are you asking yourself all these questions? The only question that matters is: if I want something more, why don’t I just go out there and get it? Why don’t I fight for it and take the leap?

27 / n.j.

[family-oddity]

[junipopzz]

demons have left in kinder ways than u, my dear fallen angel

- 𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕠𝕡 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕥𝕤

[lovelydwyn]

Grieve if you must, but forget not the hundreds of opportunities they had to choose a different path and did not.

[i-wish-i-could-stay]

// @inkskinned