Polkadot

you romanticize psychotic/toxic people and then you complain and victimize yourself when they show a psychotic/toxic behavior? what did you expect? that they're doing this for aesthetics?

Insomnia feels like I’m lost between days, where time becomes meaningless and all I have are my endless thoughts for company

Insomnia

I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea. - Franz Kafka

Why do you get sad at losing things when nothing in the world actually belongs to you.

Me laughing at jokes thrown way back before you were born

When ppl say I'm crazy but they didn't know I could go crazier

I'm facing the consequences

I'll be facing consequences tmrw if I don't sleep soon

I need to have a crush on somebody so the world makes sense again🤔🤔

Don't quit your job to focus on school babes. You and me both know you won't focus.

Spreading misinformation

Yk wht I don't want consequences to bit my ass

I may look like I yap honestly I do but when I find another whole yapper that exceeds me in my profession I just...stuff his mouth with a gag

I have so many fucks to say to the world ! You ain't gonna take me down with a riffle(one math equation)

I was thinking about the wind today. Yeah, I know, it’s a silly thought. Who on earth would think of this when there are so many other things to think about? But I did. Cuz I’m silly… in a cute way.😊 I was really curious. About the way it blows, how it carries things, how it moves with freedom all over the place. I saw some pollen going by just floating, like it was on a mission to find its mate, to make some baby flowers. A whole new world being created by the wind. And I also saw waste papers and wrappers blown across people’s yards, making a mess. My neighbor came out and said, “God dam* this wind takes everything!” And I just stood there… thinking The flowers are celebrating. They're ready for new life. But the trash? That’s just someone else’s leftover story landing where it wasn’t meant to be. And it hit me… We can’t blame the wind. It’s just passing by. The things it carries they use it as their way to change their place. Then I thought about time. Time is like the wind. It’s not good. It’s not bad. It just moves. It carries. It shifts. And everything it touches either finds a new beginning or becomes someone else’s mess. It’s all in how we ride it. And what we let it carry.

i get so triggered by the smallest boom sound or the sound of a plane passing by like i was in the vietnam war in my past life or sth.

"A writing will come out of this experience", she says, utilizing her life for a writing. ኑሮዋን የምትኖረው፣ ተጨምቆ የሆነ ፅሁፍ እንዲወጣው ይመስላል። She lives her own life as someone observing it. And you would think that this would go away the deeper the experience is. When she's touched in a way her understanding cannot comprehend, she would be silently in awe, simply in the moment...and she is. She is in the moment. Just more like a reporter than a live-er. The more she's in awe, the more she hopes for an awesome writing to come out of her later.ከነፍሷ ስቃይ ቃላት እያለበች...የውበት ናፋቂ፣ የውበት ባሪያ...Isn't that a sad way of living looking at life?

Running on sabotaging thoughts

’I pray you do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.‘