Sad Qutoes - Tumblr Posts
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But.......we were supposed to be friends forever.....
- Spongebob Sqaurepants
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And the hardest thing about being in love, is the moment after.
~T.R.
βI often think falling in love is like being stabbed, for more than one reason. See, it is forced upon us without much choice. Plunged into the depths of our soul and we call the pain a blessing because at least something has reached us. Has touched us. At least we feel something. I often think falling in love is like being stabbed, for more than one reason. It is fast and violent, too quick for you to realize what is happening until you stagger back and realize what is really going on. You stare at the hilt jutting out of you, mesmerized, terrified. Because it hurts when it happens, but we are more scared of the pain that will come with the extraction of this thing killing us. We call the removal Heartbreak when really our heart was fractured as soon as we were hit, yet we only start to feel it when the blade that was keeping us together, filling the wound is taken back. And we choose the torture that is love every time Because we know we can either live with this ache or bleed out alone.β
β The Universeβs Sense of Humor
Tears crystalize
Blood stains set
And Lady fate
And Father time
Lift me gently
Off my knees
And together
We leave the girl I was
In the past
And I do not look back
For I know she will not be able
To lift her head
To look after us
~Saturday Afternoon Reflections~
It will not ache forever. Just long enough for you to learn that you can endure.
"I would not wish this pain on my worst enemy"
Or so I say
But am I not a hypocrite
And liar?
Am I not both masochist
And sadist?
For did I not wish this ache on me
And more over?
And who am I
If not my worst enemy
The most selfish thing I have ever done is forgive you. Stopped picking fights just to stab you with the parts of me you shattered.
You cry me symphonies but I have never had much of an ear for music. Our desire dripping on carpet; harmonies in dissonance.
I dye my blood your favorite colour before I slit my soul open but you still don't come to the funeral. I told you once that I had poems running in my veins for you and you tore me open as I slept and drank me dry.
I tell myself it is not your fault you do not know how to be loved. And how often it is lost on us that nightmares are dreams too.
~what a miracle it is to hate you now
In my insatiability,
I devour galaxies.
Planets revolt inside me,
Until I guilt myself to sleep.
Cradeling stars
In the craters of my teeth.
And dream of black abyss expanse,
Swallowing me whole in revenge.
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i live with you in my shadow
and stuck
in the cavities of my teeth,
hanging yourself
on my every word
Tw: self harm
Broken mosaic
Broken like a mosaic, this grief is beautiful.
Cold as a grave, this silence is peaceful.
A pain drenched tartarus was what made childhood.
A longing filled asphodel is what makes life cruel.
Sinister evil spirits, they whisper in the dark.
Cold harsh voice, it will shatter up your heart.
The silence kept saying with such delicacy.
But mind kept begging for sincere secrecy.
So close your little eyes, home is full of ghosts.
Hide your own self, it is terrifying to be known.
Shred your skin, once again you'll be filled with relief.
One last cut; an eternity of sleep.
Thorn to my rose
Pic via pinterest
In a room full of strangers, our eyes met in secrecy.
With that striking smile of yours, you simply just ended me.
Gently whispered words killed me more than any poison could.
Loved you way too fondly than any lover ever should.
In frightened voice and shaky hands, I was scared to lose you.
In granted lives and afterlife, I was never meant to have you.
What is life anymore, if not just the absence of you?
Had to watch you bleed to death, what is even left to lose?
Once again in life I am terrified to let you close.
You were my known ruin. A lethal thorn, my gentle rose.
If to love is to rest then I will perceive death for you.
For what greater form of rest do we know than to lie in the cold, dark earth forever?
The worst thing you ever did was to make me believe I could be loved
Dear universe
At 13 I thought that the universe hates me. For it made me tainted and it made me unlovable. Perhaps it was true; or perhaps I was just 13. Now I finally see that there are things that actually love me.
The darkness holds me still and grief kisses my hand. The demons in my head tell me it'll be fine. And hunger kind of always stays along with this unbearable ache. Longing lingers like a lonely child and sinister thoughts eat me up inside. Years of misery and wishing to be dead. Screams of terror and weeps of fate. But dear universe I wont complain. For dear universe I still am loved.
Have you ever....
just felt lonely in a group of people
like a misfit in your own puzzle
like an unknown with those known people
Like an outsider in your own family
Like a foreigner in your own self
....have you?
Today is all about making wishes and everyone is hoping that next year will be as good or better. I wish you that, but really only the number on the back changes, nothing else, no miracles. For people with depression or other conditions, it's still the same shit. Nothing can change this thinking.
"A dream: Feel happiness without swallowing pills"
I failed as a daughter, I'm sure my mom imagined a different life for me at my age, but she won't say it so as not to hurt me more than I'm already hurt