give me a silver lining give me that promised rainbow after the rain give me the light at the end of the dark tunnels give me back my butterflies give me back my sleepless nights give me back those times where i should have worked on myself instead of trying to please you. t.l.
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Words that I need to use less: – if – what if – come back – i’m begging you – what are we? – do you love me? – love me – if only – i can’t live without you – why would you love someone like me? – i don’t deserve you or yourContinue reading “Deleted”
Good things
Maybe I’m scared of the good things because what if I lost them the only good things that ever stayed. I’d rather lose things that aren’t good for me in the first place. t.l. what if I already lost it?
Shipwrecks
you’re the one who taught me to swim afar to fight with sharks to reach for the stars but I don’t want to live in the middle of the storm any more. I need to remind myself that when it’s all about shipwrecks and hurricanes that doesn’t mean it’s love. t.l.
travellers
you love to time travel, don’t you? get on that time machine and relive every moment in your life, won’t you? one capsule, that’s all it takes to imagine every possible outcomes and every life you could have lived, except this life. t.l.
A reminder to myself as a writer
Don’t just talk about your traumas talk about the times you laughed so hard you forgot to breathe. Don’t dwell into the void of sadness just because it’s easy. t.l. write about happy things too, will you?
Time
If you feel like your time is running out just remember that time only exists when we exist. t.l. keep doing the things you love you got time.
sweet & melancholic
Have you ever tried those candy that are sweet on the outside super sour on the inside? I feel like that’s how I’m living my life right now so energetic, so manic so happy, yet so sad so sweet, yet so melancholic. t.l. if you never tasted sour, would you ever be able to knowContinue reading “sweet & melancholic”
Keep writing
keep writing you gave up everything to have this life so even when ten of your fingers refused to move and your brain couldn’t stop you from crying keep writing keep writing. t.l. because when you stop, what’s left of you?
Love part 2
I guess we both deserve the love and the end of love. t.l.
Tsunami of Words 