Wspomnienia.wspomnienia jak mgłaMore Like This
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for girls who aren't so bright-eyedthere are no words to describe the feeling of not being good enoughMore Like This
but i could try
i think that is the message they send you all throughout your school life but you refuse to listen to: you must simply try
i feel like i've been told too many times,
though subtle glances and half-hearted smiles
that no matter what i do, i would never be as sparkly skinned
and bright eyed as other girls
i would never be as funny or as carefree or as happy
but i have decided i would rather be too much
than not enough
(and at least now i know you won't try to walk all over me
because you know i would hold onto your ankles
and make sure your teeth hit the ground)
but i am happier
maybe it has something to do with the way the air is not as biting
but the other day i stared out of my window
and saw the sun for the first time after several rains
and i realised that even if i did have SAD
i also had the comfort of knowing that things will pass
you're (in) a stuck record, babe.Depression was sunsets, tasteless food and quiet cold. It was hazy evening light and waking up in my brother's bedroom because I couldn't stay in my own. It was dead ends but also simpering, insufferable endlessness. It was you. It was always you. I saw ghosts on my way to school and I woke up with tear tracks churned into my cheeks. It was emptiness, a dull hollowness in the pit of my stomach, not from undereating, but from an absence of something I couldn't name. It was the claws of wild animals and tame humans. I can't remember how much money I spent in the early months of 2013, trying to fill up the empty. One thing I do remember, is waking up in the middle of October in 2012 and realising that the sadness was back. And no matter what I did, it was staying this time. It had made a home out of me, sleeping in my heart with frequent trips to my head. It cooked in my hands and danced in my stomach. It worked in my feet and between my thighs. We are now as one. It dresses me and feedsMore Like This
but i don't feel so good anymorethere is a stirring, a sicknessMore Like This
in my stomach
that reminds of when i was little
and there was an emptiness in me
that i couldn't describe
it felt like i was hearing the thoughts
of the saddest man in the world
but now it wriggles around
leaves me paralyzed in my bed
and i wish i could tell you that it gets better
but i think i can only tell you
that you just get better at pretending it's not that bad
i've been shaping your lines into loveletters
and tonight i have never been
more indifferent to my sadness
never been more impartial to the hollowness
in my ribs
in the morning i may feel different
i may turn it off, turn it on again
i think that there is only so much words can heal
but i also think /no matter how much i should not/
that your lips carry poison in them
every day that passes, faster than the last did1 year.More Like This
and when you take it down to its minimum, or the closest i can calculate, it doesn't seem like very much.
so maybe it feels like a long time.
but it isn't really.
life is so short. and it takes a second to smile at someone, maybe five to say you love them.
this year, be brave. tell people shit. show them stuff.
if you can't be anything else, or you don't want to be, be brave.
hold onto this year. please.
do not let go.
tell them you love them. and promise me that it will not be the last thing you ever say.
stay. stay. stay. stay.
a perfect family : their not so perfect lifewhen she was fiveMore Like This
the world was bright colours and nosie
everything was exciting
mummy loved daddy, looked at him like he hung the stars
daddy loved mummy, looked at her like she completed him
little sister was a ray of sunshine
big sister was proud and happy
everything was perfect
when she was seven
the world kissed her goodmorning
and sang her lullabies goodnight
mummy stroked her hair
daddy read her stories
little sister gave the brightest smiles
big sister gave the biggest hugs
everything was great
when she was nine
the world shined with a dull glow
she still used exclamation marks
mummy insisted she loved daddy
daddy was convinced he loved mummy
little sister was top of her maths class
big sister was starting big school
everything was good
when she was 11
the sky was overcast
reality set in
mummy didn't hug daddy as much
daddy came back late
little sister cried every night for reasons unknown
big sister started to show cracks
everything was breaking
when she was
DeviantART Compliments #47Abacus-WC is a super sweet girl.More Like This
She's beautiful and out-going.
She makes friends super-easily, and loves a good conversation~!!
And her icons are so adorable!! --Cheap too!
She is one of the most sweetest girls youll ever meet
Thank you very much for the cupcake icon!
DarkKillerPincessand : is like, the MOST amazing artist that had ever lived! Shes like, god showing up to us and drawing for us! I love this pig so very much! I want to kiss her and hug her and tell her that I'll always stand by her side. She is so hot, I really like her jugs! I like her hair, I'd like to sleep in it! Shes so awesome, shes god. From one of her biggest dreams come true!
milyKnight, you are truly amazing. Your art is just inspiring. You were the whole reason I joined deviantart. And when some people made me grow to dislike deviantart, talking to you made me like it again. You are one of the sweetest people I have ever talked to. You respond to every comm
Vic Fuentes Is My Dad?!?! ~ KINDA SEQUEL ~I look at my dad, Vic Fuentes. He was sat in a chair opposite the adoption lady. My heart beated.More Like This
“Please take a seat Isabelle,” The lady said. “This is your..” The lady paused. “Father, Vic Fuentes.”
I tried so hard not burst into tears, this man had saved my life! I looked over at Vic who was staring at me. I smiled at him. I expected him to smile back but he didn’t he ran out of the room. The lady shouted after him but he didn’t come back. I started to cry a bit and the lady patted my back. I remembered that if I cried my eyeliner would fall down my face so I tried not to. I wanted to know where vic went, my dad! Did he not like me??? I wish adam was here.
I ran out of the office trying to cry. She was my daughter, my own daughter.
She looked so much like her mother. Apart