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The thoughts that go like bullets through you
The time you told me that you wished you were dead
واقعاً واقعاً زیبا بود قلبمم:)))😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
"a quiet tongue shaped from silence,
where being misunderstood
felt safer than being seen."
"And when words failed me,
anger rose —
a fierce translator,
the only voice strong enough
to carry the weight my heart could not speak."
"And the cruelest part —
is how fluent I am
in repeating it."
"Inside, I rehearse replies endlessly,
crafting sentences like fragile glass,
meant for someone
I know does not deserve them.
Yet when the moment arrives,
my mouth forgets its courage,
my thoughts scatter like frightened birds,
and I stand there —
unwritten, unfinished."
واقعاً به عنوان دختری که رشته ش ادبیات انگلیسی عه میگم ، به شدت با استعدادی اصلأ احساس میکنم نوشته های کلاسیکه جدی میگم موفق باشی🫠💓
Shortened version:
"I learned another language
when I was still small —
where being misunderstood
felt safer than being known.
Silence lived in my chest,
so anger learned to speak for me,
a harsh translator
for a heart without words.
I rehearse answers endlessly
for someone unworthy,
yet when the moment comes
I fall quiet, unfinished.
And their voice echoes
with terrifying familiarity:
Look at yourself.
You are disgusting.
The cruelest truth —
I speak it fluently too."
_ by Arista
I learned another language
when I was still small —
a quiet tongue shaped from silence,
where being misunderstood
felt safer than being seen.
I wore confusion like armor,
let distance soften the sharp edges of touch.
And when words failed me,
anger rose —
a fierce translator,
the only voice strong enough
to carry the weight my heart could not speak.
Inside, I rehearse replies endlessly,
crafting sentences like fragile glass,
meant for someone
I know does not deserve them.
Yet when the moment arrives,
my mouth forgets its courage,
my thoughts scatter like frightened birds,
and I stand there —
unwritten, unfinished.
Their voice echoes
with an intimacy that feels like betrayal,
because it sounds so much like mine:
Look at yourself.
You are unbearable.
You are wrong.
You are something to hide.
And the cruelest part —
is how fluent I am
in repeating it.
_ by Arista
This was by far the most beautiful massage I had ever gotten, thank you for making me cry you lovely human:))))😭😭😭🥹🥹💓
واقعاً زیبا مینویسی ، poetry های زیادی نخوندم اما همیشه چنلت رو چک میکنم واقعاً نوشته هات قلبمو که هیچ احساس میکنم کل روحمو لمس میکنن واقعاً کلماتی که استفاده میکنی، نوع آهنگ نوشته ها، همه آدم رو محو خودشون میکنن. و فقط poetry هات هم نیستند، کلا چنلت یه دنیای دیگه ست واقعاً، یعنی حس میکنم با فرشته ها در حال رقصم. آهنگایی که میذاری، quoteهای قشنگی که داخل چنله یعنی نمیشناسمت ولی تا حالا یه نفر انقدر با درک و عمیق و رمانتیک توی زندگیم ندیده بودم و مطمئنم به درجات خیلی بالایی میرسی چون قلب به شدت پاک و دید به شدت عمیقی داری و اگه این آرامش رو به منی که هیچ ایده ای ازت ندارم اینجوری از پشت گوشی داری منتقل میکنی نمیتونم حدس بزنم در دنیای واقعی چه فرد زیبا و دوست داشتنی هستی:))
Keep being you Arista, you're so very lovely <33💓💓
Still drove 40 hours and I'd drive 40 more
40 days in the desert just to wind up at your door
40 ounces, 40 minutes, 40 days and 40 ways
40 reasons that you're leaving and 40 more you'll stay
"I have survived everything but I that I cannot survive myself"
_ Cynthia Chapman
