Today, my teacher was talking about writing. She said that in the past, when authors or poets were to create a great book or poem, some people would believe that this piece of writing is too great to be written by a human, so they claimed that those authors had demons and they were connecting with other worlds in order to come out with such talent. And this theory became so popular and most people were using it to explain a lot.
She said that this is just a belief of an old group of people, who lived so long before this era. But she also said that personally, when she writes, she feels like she's entering a new world, like she leaves her physical form, and only clinges to her existence and emotions. But that doesn't mean she's owned by her demons, it's like being high for a little while before coming back. And when she reads her writing, after a period of time, she feels as though it's too beautiful, like how could she ever be able to put words down to form such a beauty? It feels like these words are not her own, even though they are. And she said it's such a beautiful feeling, and whoever gets to experience it is a lucky person.
2-3...6...I know how to raise those numbers up :)
i just want you to hold me in your arms
Small, but intimate.
‣‣ Hold my hand tight and don't let go. It is the only way I assure myself that you'll stay by my side as I trip over and over, turning red.
‣‣ What is your jacket but all feelings comfortably combined with the warmth my childhood lacked?
‣‣ The piece of tissue I strategically place in a novel I gave you with small sticky notes throughout, the chapter was an emotional roller coaster.
‣‣ The tears in your eyes when you see the innumerable cuts and burns on my frail fingers; the pain within me camouflaging with the smile on my face.
‣‣ You towering over my short frame, gently laying feathery kisses on my forehead as I listen to your heart beat for the both of us.
‣‣ You putting me to sleep, silently praying for sweet dreams as I take in ragged breaths after the fear ceased to haunt the graveyard of my unresolved feelings.
𝑬𝒍 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆
It doesn't matter who you were... Only who you are now
Εγώ είμαι αυτός, άλλος ένας άγνωστος γνωστός
Κι όσο παλεύουνε να καταλάβουνε τι είμαι Θα βγαίνω και πιο δυνατός.
Most Vindictive Souls:
Doesn't hold grudges:
Holds grudges for a bit:
Holds grudges for a long time:
Holds grudges even after death: