Latest Posts by pulchra-potens - Page 6
i will never be my mom. Or dad. Never.
how often do i have to convey myself that i am not a monster?
how often do i have to hate myself for being proud of that?
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Why mother?
why did you tear me apart
when you should have kept me together ?
when you should have held me a bit closer ?
Why father ?
why did you pull me down
and drowned me in my tears
when you should have been my ladder ?
when you should have kept me warm under your wings ?
Why sister ?
why did you spat venom and killed me inside
when you should have been my pillar ?
when you should have hugged me tighter ?
My life is way better after knowing about you guys.
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How can i deny!
damn true
do you guys ever like forget you're interested in something until you start engaging with it again and you go "oh wait i'm like crazy crazy about this yeah"
no matter how much i try,
in the end i became what i feared,
just an average.
I fucked it all up again,
everything is
terrible,
I am very
miserable,
but…
also relieved
to be back here,
in this familiar place
with nowhere further
to fall.
how inhuman of me,
to break my heart
and bones
again and again, through the night
all by myself.
i watched them strip their clothes,
revealing their bare skin.
they look down, then at me.
i see how their eyes yearn and beg.
they turn to their side and suck it in,
all until there was only a thin line.
but this line was still too thick.
it always would be.
they try again and again,
staring at me intensely each and every time.
their eyes.. desperate for something,
anything.
their hands caressed their soft skin,
it moved around and so does their flesh.
every movement mimicked its own.
and that’s when it happened.
when they hunched over,
their body vibrating with sorrow.
they look up at me, their eyes tinted crimson.
their eyes bleeding colorless blood.
“i hate you.”
they whisper.
that’s all they ever say.
they clenched their fist, but i wasn’t scared.
i knew they wouldn’t punch me,
they never did.
their hand fell onto mine,
our fingertips connecting,
and for a split second i knew how it felt to feel.
they break away, still staring at me,
and says those three familar words.
each time they got louder,
each time they meant it more,
each time it hurt less.
i watched as they resented my every being.
how their tears carved canyons in their cheeks.
how their eyes reddened with woe.
how their teeth clashed in frustration.
i felt pity for them,
i wanted to hug them, wrap them in my warmth.
maybe then they wouldn’t be so… cold.
i wish i could tell them how much i love them,
to give them the love they deserve,
to let them know that i was always here.
but i know i’ll never be able to,
after all.. i’m only a mirror.
I wish.
“Love yourself. Be clear on how you want to be treated. Know your worth. Always.”
— maryam hasnaa
I wish.
“Love yourself. Be clear on how you want to be treated. Know your worth. Always.”
— maryam hasnaa
life would have been soo dramatic
if i was a dragonnn
:)
Aaaah
heartstopper s3 date announcement ft. the comic
i guess I understand
why they all leave.
i am hard to love
finally i had put my walls up,
after it was shattered by millions
And there you go again,
breaking them like it was nothing,
and leaving me in pieces,
again.
If the storm subsides,
i will have no reason to fight.
to live.
i am living the
best daydream and
worst nightmare
at the same time.
My thoughts,
they terrify me.
Well,
life was supposed to be
butterflies and flowers..
it's so hard
and easy at the same time
to give up.
thank you for being my beacon
when you didn't even mean it ~•
i wish it was easier
to breathe.
i tried so hard
to keep her away
from the darkness
but
turns out
hard isn't good enough.
it kinda hurts.
to know that one day
i will never be enough .