حين أُغادر موسم التعب هذا، سأُعيد ترميم ما يُشبه الطمأنينة.
- سيلفيا بلاث
- سيلفيا بلاث
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You’ve survived everything you thought would break you.
That’s not luck, that’s strength.
That’s not luck, that’s strength.
❤5
"Don't force anyone to embrace you with your soul. Love is like religion. There is no compulsion in it either."
- Rumi
- Rumi
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People need to understand that even if you're genuinely sorry, you still have to deal with the consequences.
❤6
Forwarded from E C I I P S E 🌘 (Saly Ib)
Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.
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Forwarded from 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞
“a Girl Who Still Breathes”
They don’t know what it means
to rot while breathing.
I wake up inside a body
that doesn’t belong to me
paralyzed
crushed under weight no one else can see.
My chest a coffin.
My hands a grave.
My voice buried somewhere
beneath all the screams
I never got to scream.
Panic doesn’t announce itself.
It slithers in,
cold and quiet,
wrapping around my spine
until I forget how to be alive.
I freeze.
I vanish.
But I’m still here,
watching the world blur
from inside the cage of my skin.
The memories are murderers.
They don’t stab
they gnaw.
They whisper in corners,
dragging me back
to the scene
again
and
again
and
again
until I beg the walls to crack
and let me disappear.
I take the pills.
I speak the words.
I do what they say
might help.
But nothing silences the thoughts.
They are vultures
patient,
hungry,
circling.
Even my therapist
looks at me with fear now.
Like I’m a ticking thing,
counting down in silence.
She says she’ll leave
if I break.
As if my death
would be a betrayal
instead of a mercy.
I never asked to survive.
I never asked to be left behind
by someone who left a blade
where their promises should’ve been.
And yet here I am,
trying to stitch myself back
with trembling fingers
and a mouth full of ash.
They say what happened to me
wasn’t that bad.
But they don’t feel the hands
gripping my throat in the dark.
They don’t hear the silence
screaming my name.
This isn’t healing.
This is hell
disguised as survival.
And I don’t know
how many more nights
I can crawl through
before I stop
crawling at all.
- H
They don’t know what it means
to rot while breathing.
I wake up inside a body
that doesn’t belong to me
paralyzed
crushed under weight no one else can see.
My chest a coffin.
My hands a grave.
My voice buried somewhere
beneath all the screams
I never got to scream.
Panic doesn’t announce itself.
It slithers in,
cold and quiet,
wrapping around my spine
until I forget how to be alive.
I freeze.
I vanish.
But I’m still here,
watching the world blur
from inside the cage of my skin.
The memories are murderers.
They don’t stab
they gnaw.
They whisper in corners,
dragging me back
to the scene
again
and
again
and
again
until I beg the walls to crack
and let me disappear.
I take the pills.
I speak the words.
I do what they say
might help.
But nothing silences the thoughts.
They are vultures
patient,
hungry,
circling.
Even my therapist
looks at me with fear now.
Like I’m a ticking thing,
counting down in silence.
She says she’ll leave
if I break.
As if my death
would be a betrayal
instead of a mercy.
I never asked to survive.
I never asked to be left behind
by someone who left a blade
where their promises should’ve been.
And yet here I am,
trying to stitch myself back
with trembling fingers
and a mouth full of ash.
They say what happened to me
wasn’t that bad.
But they don’t feel the hands
gripping my throat in the dark.
They don’t hear the silence
screaming my name.
This isn’t healing.
This is hell
disguised as survival.
And I don’t know
how many more nights
I can crawl through
before I stop
crawling at all.
- H
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To have a muse is to be endlessly inspired by the quiet magic of someone’s existence.
❤2
غدوة باريس سان جيرمان حيتعرض لسرقة كبيرة ضد ريال مدريد وممكن جدا طرد لديمبلي أو ديزيري دوي
We'll see 👀
We'll see 👀
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Blue Thoughts
https://youtu.be/6OBuG9ZOaJk?si=7IX7a13zSmRCMiVF
To my bestie 🍍💙