words from books

You could’ve said sorry,
and I’ll forgive you—
again and again.

I could’ve listened.

And everything
still could’ve been
the same.

—  ma.c.a // Wishful Thinking

“And when it is said to them: "Make not mischief on the earth,” they say: “We are only peacemakers.” - Quran verse ( 2:11)
Hate doesn’t just happen. War doesnt just happen. It’s the ones that pretend to maintain peace while attacking, ensalving, and bombimg innocent lives.

I’m a perfectionist and yet, nothing in me is perfect. I still think the best solution to problems is crying, I still avoid confrontation and I still write my feelings instead of talking about them but I’m getting better and if I can do it, so can you.
—  giulswrites

You said to me “I wonder what it’s like to be beautiful”, and I told you that you’d be feeling the exact same as you are now

— You are already beautiful but you just don’t see it

I’m a perfectionist and yet, nothing in me is perfect. I still think the best solution to problems is crying, I still avoid confrontation and I still write my feelings instead of talking about them but I’m getting better and if I can do it, so can you.
—  giulswrites
In the end, my last thought always belongs to you.
—  love letter excerpts pt. XX

I remember you
And in those moments when time slows down
you come to the front of my mind and linger
It’s been a long time I know
the smile you gave me has long since gone
And the blush has faded from my cheeks
Because you’re gone even if you never left my heart and mind
You had the power to make my world brighter
and that made you unforgettable
So I must ask
Do you remember me?
Because I remember you

Depression is a grave. It buries every thought, every person in it. The real me is buried inside it too. I can’t get out, I am stuck. Nobody can help me now. I am dead.

i once thought that i could fix us

be the bridge that holds fast
take your quakes and hope to last
never break despite our spats

write your name right next to mine
hope the ink could defy time
enough to see us past our fights

stay my hand and turn a cheek
bite my tongue enough to bleed
count to ten before i speak

know my way around your shells
keep an eye on your tells
keep my feelings hidden well

i once thought that i could fix us

but the bridge has fallen
the ink is gone
and i’ve bled enough

— i can’t take you anymore | wt.

today i thought about you

i wonder how you’re doing
are you still the person i used to know
or did i miss your growth
do you still love listening to music
that makes you feel things deep in your heart
or are you now the busy college guy
that stays up all night partying out

we haven’t talked for almost two years
but it’s your birthday tomorrow
i just wish that you will be surrounded by your loved ones
and that you feel happy and peace in your heart
and maybe one day
i’ll feel it too

Tick, Tock (October 19th)

Tick, tock

Goes the clock.

Counting down

Until you rot.

Chop, chop

Goes the axe.

You all better

Watch your backs.

Closer, closer;

He knows how

To exploit your fears.

Not much longer now.

Again, again

Another body found.

Hide in your closet

And don’t make a sound.

Tick, tick

Goes the clock.

No more time left,

Now you rot.

~ from the mind of my alter-ego Sophia Sparks

(Day Eighteen of Spooky Story Month)

Tell me about a gigantic person you know

Tell me what makes them so

Is it because they’re really tall?

So tall they make you feel small

Or is it their smile that warms your heart?

Or how in a crowded room they stand apart?

Is it their personality stronger than a stone?

Or are they simply the best person you have ever known?

- All sorts of gigantic