Hogy van az, hogy még hónapok múlva is 0-24 rád gondolok és érted sírok?

~nightskyblue

Saw this on Pinterest and thought it might apply to adhd as well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Darling, I know how to be like everyone else, except for myself. I’m still trying to figure ‘em out. It’s a battle between feeling like a poser and loving my authentic self. Like, Am I who I say I am? Am I who they said I am? Am I who God says I am? Seriously…who am I exactly?

I feel as though a large amount of sadness resides within me.. In a way that seems difficult to grasp. It seems to take refuge within the internal confines and crevices… so much so that the intermingling of two bodies—the metaphysical exchange of pleasure, specifically what exists beyond skin-to-skin and pelvis to pelvis contact—allows for an individual to dip into the pool of my vulnerabilities and reach out to me. The leverage one has… to wield the power of healing or corruption— and the jolt experienced from your touch against my skin causes the transcendental silhouette of my being to become water as it returns back to the very pool in which we both stand. To become one with the sadness around me and disguise myself from being captured, warding off others with the unbearable salinity of my tears, yet I am still vulnerable nonetheless. You can take a sip and I will heal you still, though I can flush you out until all you can witness are the waterfalls within my eyes that pool and gently trickle down my cheeks.

Maileta /// the well within me

Indeed, sex

Has an ingenuous way

Of reminding me

That I likely will not

Be seeing you

Tomorrow..

Maileta /// coming and going

In darkness,

I would unravel my skin

Like soiled bandages

To remove the moments prior.

In daylight,

I would be painfully naked

Like boiled flesh

To replace the moments after,

With a darker complexion.

Yet, a lighter expression;

Closed eyes

And a pained smile.

Maileta /// いたい。

I really don’t mean to cut everyone off, believe me

it happens

it’s not in my control

I can’t even control my own life

how could I control my friends

(Nie) Moja wola

Nic się nie zmieniłam i nic się nie zmieniło. Dopada mnie moment w którym najchętniej moje ciało by gniło.

Chcę być już pod ziemią ,nie na niej ,lecz w niej. Może to by jakoś uleczyło część duszy mej.

(Nie) układanka

Poukładać sobie muszę z czego stworzyć chce swą duszę,

smutek tu był, szczęście też,

obojętność, strach i grzech.

Z wielu rzeczy się składała moja ciemna biedna dusza.

Znów się obojętna stałam może nie zgine w katuszach.

“Some bad situations bring out the best in you.”

“My darling, you hold so much sadness in your eyes, I can almost touch the scars of your soul and cry.”

“I need you. I fucking need you.”

“It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it’s mine.”

“Sometimes two people need to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.”

“Accept that things end.”

Ich kann nicht mehr und ich will auch nicht mehr.

We all had, or have someone we’d relate this poem to..

Telling a guy to gain some weight, is same as telling a woman to lose some weight.

When you tell either of them to lose or gain some weight. You’re not just walking on fragile egg shells of their personality, but you break every ounce of confidence, all the progress they’ve made so far in trying to love their body.

No one is perfect. Stop telling everyone to get into perfect shape! Stop making people feel insecure about themselves. It mentally destroys them. Instead, try telling them they look nice. “That shirt looks so pretty on you!” It doesn’t cost anything to make anyone feel happy about themselves.

I still remember a compliment someone gave me in 5th grade of our eid festival, because now that i look back, i rarely got any; people are rarely nice to each other. People are so harsh on each other. That the love we crave so much, the healing we need, the kindness that can actually mend our soul, just gets lost in the way..

-Zainmehdi19

If anyone ever dismisses you for being too sensitive, ask yourself this: who is more fragile?

The person who is brave enough to share when something hurts? Or the person who can not apologise or admit having caused pain?

Sensitivity, empathy, compassion, these are badass superpowers..

Your insecurities, self doubt, opening up issues, emotional block, and many more psychological problems go way back to highschool. When at the building stage of life, you once tried to open up to someone and they got all confused and ended up laughing at you. That other time someone made fun of your skin colour. When someone laughed at your physical deficiency i.e just being not that pretty?

Which isn’t even a deficiency in the first place!! but that’s where insecurity and self doubt was embedded in your mind. That’s exactly where you were born to be really anxious about yourself. Your confidence just shatters, and you’re never able to reach your full potential until you pick yourself up. But its not that easy as it seems.. so hey, please just be nice to each other. Being kind to each other through speech, is really effective and healing to people who are suffering..

But i guess, i don’t want to be dangerously cold. you did what you did.. i want to be unbothered, accepting and mature. maybe not even cold, perhaps i just want to be cool with everything that happened, because moving on isn’t being bitter about someone you knew. maybe it’s just finally being able to breathe even when someone says their name out loud; finally being able to find solace in the fact that you are in a much better place..

I am so ugly.

I am so fat.

I disgust myself.

I feel like I can’t stay strong for much longer and that scares me.

Sometimes I don’t want to pretend I am strong. Sometimes I want someone to hug me and say “It’s alright..”.

My soul is at a constant tug-of-war between having a happy heart and a melancholy mind. I think that is why I am so positive toward others and sad toward myself.

I hate that moment when my anger suddenly turns to tears.

The worst sadness is the sudden one, the one that comes without a reason. Feeling the emptiness inside and not being able to fill it. Feeling so fragile that you die inside.

F.E.A.R. has two meanings: forget everything and run or face everything and rise. The choice is yours.

Am I that easy to let go?