#midnight thoughts
So I have this thought, and that is: in the Bible, usually the “repent and turn from your wicked ways” was directed at people who were claiming to follow God already but were really not in their hearts, while the “good news” was proclaimed to the rest of the world. And I think today Christians get it wrong because they go all “repent and turn from your wicked ways” on people outside Christianity, when they really should be going “hey I have some really good news for you” and I think that’s at least partially why Christians have such a bad reputation in the world. Because people outside Christianity don’t need to be told “you’re evil and my religion is the only cure”, they need to be told good news like “hey you feel hopeless here’s some hope!”
Funny
How I miss communicating
Over tumblr
With you
At times
My heart feels so heavy
Like mountains are stripped tight to it
Dragging me to the ground
Leaving me alone and petty
Some other times
I feel light and free
Like a butterfly in summer
And you almost never cross my mind
Almost as if I don’t need you
To be me
Did you really have to go so quick
Or did you plan to leave me standing there
Did your heart race too
Before you walked down the stairs
And for some dumb reason
I thought you’d smoke a cigarette with me
Look me in the eyes
And tell me that the sky is beautiful
And that we can’t change that tonight
I really wish
To not think about you
For just
One day
I want to believe
That you are still searching
For the honey
You loved the most
What do you feel
When you think about
Someone new
Touching me
midnight streets
i.
i stepped onto the
midnight streets
the breeze touched my
cheek
i breathed it in then let
it free
i went along with it.
ii.
i floated through the
midnight streets
the cars trailed my
feet
they’ll never really catch
up to me
iii.
i’m finally free.
i watch the cars drive by at night, their headlights trailing wisps of life behind them. every one of them is a person (or two or three), all blurred together in a neon haze on the highway. i bet some of them have no idea where they’re going, where they’ll end up. and maybe that’s why i feel at peace, because hell, neither do i.
i stayed up all night working on this playlist. i’m going to sleep now. here’s a sleeping playlist i made. the songs on there are soft and slow. feel free to check it out and give it listen.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 3AM playlist to sleep to.*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
My true and only talent is overthinking.
Every. Fucking. Thing.
I was scrolling through tumblr, liking posts, reading them and then I thought, what if died, tragically, and police would had to do an investigation, and they would had to go through my activity on my phone to see what I was doing last, and they would see a little ikon with a t, and they would click on it and then my blog would open with full list of all the things that I liked… I wonder what assumptions, what kind of theories would they come up with, who I was based on things that I liked, shared, posted
Maybe it is just a random thought that I had to discuss with my therapist… Maybe it shows how important someone else’s opinion about me is for me… or maybe is just funny
Probably I just had to stop watching those crime docs; goddamn Netflix
It’s funny how people will say they love you and then put you through the most Hellacious Shit Ever.
So if you dream about killing someone and then end up doing it later, does that count as premeditated?
Is our generation trying to using humour as a mode of escapism from all the buried trauma and emotional problems that should be dealt with???
How many of you have watched the movie IDIOCRACY? It’s supposed to be a science fiction comedy but now whenever I catch me laughing at a funny tik tok or meme all I can remember is that movie.. are we going towards there?
We have become more mindless about how we spend our time. Mindless laughing, mindless scrolling… I wonder where we are going towards.
Not everyone you love will stay.
Not everyone you trust will be loyal.
Some people only exist as examples of what to avoid.
When I was younger, I would use words as a weapon. The singsong-y lines of words I would put down on paper were a ballad to achieve some sort of peace. My words would get back at everything I felt was threatening me or hurting me. They were my escape. And maybe, just maybe, it was because words were the single thing protecting me. Sometimes I think that’s why I put down the pencil for poetry and prose. Those words had some how soaked up all the toxic events from my past, and there was no way I was going to touch them ever again.
Nobody can help me.
21.36
I always thought one day I would be happy. Now I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever be.
1.53
True love makes you stronger.
3.45
People are disappointing.
3.21
It is beautiful because it is sad.
16.27
Be a good person and you can save the world.
00.27
My life is killing me.
23.52
I want a quiet love.
17.16
Value yourself even more when others don’t.
17.36
If you don’t have any dreams. You are already dead, you just don’t know it yet.
23.31
Love didn’t come for me when I wanted it to. Now it is too late…
1.11
What money cannot buy? Honor!
The minute you try to buy it, you already lost it.
14.08
There is no bigger loneliness than to desperately want something you can never have.
01.34
I wish I could sleep forever, dreaming of a love I know I can never have.
23.45
Love has become so superficial.
00.24
Nowadays people hate everything and love nothing.
08.13
You only stop dreaming when you’re dead.
22.11
