Broken mess🌌

Being mentioned in someone’s prayers is the purest type of love. @letstalkaboutourconfession

Nostalgia is proof your living life to be proud of. What a privilege to yearn for your own memories.

ተመስገን አምላኬ። It doesn’t go unnoticed and as “just life”, I feel, I see and I’m endlessly grateful ለሁሉም ፣ ተመስገን።

ተመስገን አምላኬ። It doesn’t go unnoticed and as “just life”, I know, I feel, I understand, I see and I’m endlessly grateful. ተመስገን።

What makes your heart sing?

Looking back now, it wasn’t as nasty as I had always thought. It was bitter and hurtful, mainly petty. For all the times I thought back on that conversation, my thoughts were so deeply attached to how I felt in the moment. It’s pitiful witnessing something so beautiful turn into something so ugly, so much love that couldn’t be expressed in any other way except in trying to hurt each other, to show the other person just how hurt you yourself were. I guess that is just how far the passion ran, it’s beautiful. I never thought there’d be a day where I’d look back and find peace in it, beauty even; be able read it without hearing your voice and mine screaming at each other but instead just 2 people who loved each other reflecting the pain of not having the other anymore. Desperately grasping at the idea of closure, trying to show that you’re fine without the other person, the need to show the other person your wounds are healing while trying to rip the skin at theirs, to expose the ugly in an attempt to get past things. It’s kinda beautiful. p.s would not recommend. put that block button to work.🫶🏽

Looking back now, it wasn’t as nasty as I had always thought. It was bitter and hurtful, mainly petty. For all the times I thought back on that conversation, my thoughts were so deeply attached to how I felt in the moment. It’s pitiful witnessing something so beautiful turn into something so ugly, so much love that couldn’t be expressed in any other way except in trying to hurt each other, to show the other person just how hurt you yourself were. I guess that is just how far the passion ran, it’s beautiful. I never thought there’d be a day where I’d look back and find peace in it, beauty even; be able read it without hearing your voice and mine screaming at each other but instead just 2 people who loved each other reflecting the pain of not having the other anymore. Desperately grasping at the idea of closure, trying to show that you’re fine without the other person, the need to show the other person your wounds are healing while trying to rip the skin at theirs, to expose the ugly in an attempt to get past things. It’s kinda beautiful. *would not recommend*

“together is a beautiful place to be”

tears are prayers too.

tears are prayers too.

By standing in the void you create to encompass yourself within and waiting for someone to come and save you from your self-imposed emptiness, you entrap your savior in the void of who you choose to be. Sincerely, someone who was once trapped in the void of you.

Oh, to be a 20 something trying to figure life out, not having a thing figured out but doing life regardless... it’s everything 🫶🏽

Oh, to be a 20 something trying to figure life out, not having a thing figured out but doing life regardless... it’s everything 🫶🏽

To be human, such a beautiful experience. To be… human.