Sometimes equal doesn't mean it is justice, but justice can mean that it is equal.
Get that?
2 a.m. 16 January 2022 | 23
White checker sweater, cold night, in front of the laptop, going through law cases, a can of coffee on the table, cold night, peace and silent. You turn 23, am I happy?
Honestly, I am, I am grateful. I love myself like I never know I could, yes there are times when I wish I am loved by somebody, but I noticed that I was desperately want to be loved by myself.
I love you and have a blast, love :)
Sincerely,
P/s: I love your hair so much!
The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you're either on top of world or under it
-Beau Taplin
"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it."
-Donna Tartt; The Secret History
I'm not okay, I am exhausted and all my body is sore, I feel lonely and I just wanna sleep forever but I can't seem to rest. I hate this
i am tired. i am exhausted. from my head to my soul to my bones i am so fucking tired.
“I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.”
— Unknown
Gaze at the morning sky by my bedroom window,
With weary eyes peered at the tree full of hollow,
Gradually getting sober by the nature it's mellow,
Was intoxicated by my own thoughts, I sow,
Burst into tears my mind explode, collapsing and nobody saw,
The realm of my heart was deluged with emotions as my blood flow,
Does my heart still beating or have I died left my corpse eaten by the crow?
How the dangerous thing is to love but unrequited will kill me slow,
"I'm alone, unworthy, just live with it!" I bestowed,
Just once , I cried while my index finger shadowed,
"For once! I want to be fought for," my battle cry echoed.
At the time like this, when I'm having a nightmare , I wish I could have someone to call to and be vulnerable with. At this exact time, I could be really soft though I act tough most of the times. I want to be lovey dovey to someone too, especially when I just had a nightmare and my heart is racing a bit and I'm all alone.
*a hug and someone saying, it's okay dear, I'm right here*
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I think Honey is sweet,
and so are you.
Cliché
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Can you come to my bed,
And let me f*Ck you. 🌹
“I was very sympathetic and empathetic and I was losing myself. I started questioning why I felt a particular way. Now, I’m in a realisation that I wasn’t treated well and was blatantly mistreated. There was a lot of anger because of that.”
— Wolfie
Something about the cuts and blood on your hand that just fascinating.
I guess it's because I could see them.