Oddest Places Spent,

hold on, my love, and i will hold onto you - n.l

This deserves appreciation.♡

The fluency at which my mind thinks is blinding.

It's not surprising that tears form in the droop of my eyelids.

Every thought leads to another thats more detrimental than the last and it fuels the idea that my life's in a crisis.

Deep breaths. Leave stress behind and seek comfort in the warmth of the light.

What light?

The light that was shined in my face by my faith till it burnt my retinas and I felt like a slave?

Or the light that is promised when you behave and obey your time away and still end up laying in waste?

Say grace.

My fears start to chase me when the lights are off. They would never let me stay in my comfort zone,they want to eat me alive and show my weakness,reveal me again and again. The darkness came to embrace my body as the whole world is crashing-splitting in two parts of reality and dreamland. Which world is the one that my heart desires the most? They turnd me as their anchor,i could run,but not reach them either. All alone in mixed space of pain and role play modes,my faces are always changing,i don't know who i should be,or maybe both. If I could find a way to draw my escape in my own chaos,i would believe that my exit is real. To find another piece of me,that's all i want. I want to heal.

-t.f.s.

Депресията е разтопен асфалт - мирише упойващо, лепне, прави краката ти тежки.

— "A Kiss on the Forehead", Marina Tsvetaeva   

[ text ID: A kiss on the forehead — erases misery. / I kiss your forehead. / A kiss on the eyes — lifts sleeplessness. / I kiss your eyes. / A kiss on the lips — is a drink of water. / I kiss your lips. / A kiss on the forehead — erases memory. 1917 ]

Urge.

The way their voices jump through high notes–

It makes me go nervous;

Realizing that hearing their voices out loud

scares you a little bit, because it's maybe

the way they sound in sex fantasy.

-t.f.s.

“Do more things that make you forget to check your phone.”

— Unknown

- i need to be a flower in the daytime , and a light in the dark .

I need to be acceptance of good and bad , not anyone has seen the light ,

and not anyone has touched flaws

so I need to be careful with them

as I wash what's beneath their lies .

-t.f.s.

Sun was killing my senses,my dreams are locked in somebody's hands. Desires are lost in my skies full of grown up memories. They need to be fed.

People weren't capable of creating light.

They just stayed behind the ashes and smell of destruction painted in a black hole.

Before it could attack, the void was a spiral that fed itself with your soul.

-t.f.s