she daydreams often
thus her nights are rather short
a nightowl at heart
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@sharkygiovanna 2🗿🗿2021
The desolate blue
of the stars reflects in the
tears of glaciers gone
- Premature Rivers 28.11.21
I'm not the author who leads you on adventures, off into unknown fantasy worlds. I'm the author who lures you in with poetry and pulls you deep into the inked misery I proudly call my own.
Edgar Allan Poe, from a fic I'll never write.
((So much for lurking, I got totally distracted by discord.))
That one one..
Who just can't seem to smile...
And Red's name tends to mentioned a couple times as to why.
مانگ لیا زندگی سے زیادہ
چِھن گیا وہ حبس نے کیا وعده
کون لائے وہ پل جو سُہانے
بیتے تھے جو گزرے زمانے
یہ میری کہانی۔۔۔۔
یہ میری ہے کہانی۔۔۔۔
Maang lia Zindagi say zeada
Chin gea wo jis nay kia waada
Kaun lae wo pal Jo suhanay
Beatay thay Jo guzray zamanay
Ye Meri Kahani ....
Ye meri hay Kahani .....
I am sure, it wasn't our first time seeing each other. It's in between life and death, I've already seen your face. But, I couldn't remember. It was in between my memory and blurry vision. It was between our blood and waters intertwined together. I couldn't picture it but I know. I know it well. It has been you and me all along this time. Like history that keeps on repeating itself. Like sky and the land we're apart, but always together. So, tell me if it's destiny or we're just lines that never intersects. 'Cause it hurts me if it's the latter, but don't worry. For you, I'll wait. On this time or for the next life, as long as there are stars on the skies and there's hope inside your eyes, my flames will keep on burning for you.These strings will never cut its tie, it will always be, I am, strangled on you.
they say if you're not recovering, you're dying. isn't that a scary thought. but i'm not recovering and aren't i alive and well?
you're not well
Impossible is what possibility may not seem: achievable. But if possibilities are things to achieve then limitations are only part of a scheme.
i remember being eleven years old eleven eleven eleven standing in front of the toilet in the school bathroom it was sixth period; my math class. i gagged. put my fingers down my throat for the first time
and i remember not eating lunch for two months straight. but i was happy, because according to the online calculator i had a bmi of sixteen point two: underweight
i also remember eating eight hundred calories a day a one thousand calorie deficit but that meant i could see my collarbones, my ribs, could circle a hand around my wrist so it was fine
it was fine.
