Headphones Aren't Enough. I Need The Song To Stab Me In The Chest .
headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest .
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she dwelled in my heart, and became my rest
she resembles my soul, I call her 'home'
I'm never surprised by betrayal. i'm surprised by genuine love. Betrayal is like...well you're just like everyone else, and it's pretty easy to find the likes of you everywhere!
Genuine love is inspiring and more rare,
...more surprising.


Woman never emerges from a man's ribs, not ever,
it's he who emerges from her womb.
Nizar Qabbani
born to be a hopeless romantic lover, forced to know I am better off alone:-\


You know that feeling you get when you can really sense it in your gut that you're finally leaving behind people, places and things that you thought were impossible to let go of... not just a surface level feeling but an inner knowing; feeling that you're leaving someone(or something) behind and while it still hurts to think that way because it was something you wanted to work out so dearly , all those memories slowly going ghost and you might still have love for them ...like you could've held it tightly again but this time you don't want to,,,seeing it slip away feels more like a sense of liberation than hurt. And this time you really look forward to what's out there for you in the new...
...you know there's still a part of you left in that old narrative but it just doesn't matter anymore like it used to and you're finally at peace with letting it float away...
whatever you call it,,,it's amazingly peaceful.
So just hang in there🩷,,,you'll get to it too and I am sure you'd be fucking proud of yourself for everything you endured all alone.