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pepperpoetry · 4 years
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pepperpoetry · 4 years
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I’m so tired of not being heard, not being understood.
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pepperpoetry · 4 years
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put a finger down if you were the smart kid and your whole sense of self-worth was built upon being gifted and special until the pressures of that turned into crippling anxiety and depression which in turn made you crash and burn and now you feel lost and like you failed at everything hurray
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“I was talking to a friend and I said, “I am undestroying myself.” The phrase just came to me, but it also felt right because that is where I am in my life—undoing the damage, both emotional and physical, that I did to myself, that was done to me. I’m trying to become a better person. I am trying to become myself.”
— ~Roxane Gay, “For I Have Sinned.“ 
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this was needed indeed🥀
“One day you will heal in such a way that you’d be so glad you chose to stay. Every morning you’ll wake up with the feeling that something good is about to happen to you each and every day. The light coming from the sun won’t be too bright for your once too tired eyes, and the taste of your coffee will remind you that you’re kind of like magic. You’ll learn how to appreciate the simple things in life, like dancing in the kitchen, singing along to a happy song, and loving all the people who inspire you to be strong. You’ll smile at all your mistakes and failures in the past and forgive yourself for the choices you made, especially the ones that are wrong. One day you will heal in such a way that you’d be so glad you chose to stay. Because things will feel simpler and the problems you’ll be facing will be much gentler from all the pain you experienced that made you stronger. You’ll see hope in days when the sun refuses to shine, and you’ll feel comfortable in the wisdom that bad days do pass, and all you have to do when you’re stuck in the middle of the storm is to keep breathing and trust that things will eventually get better. You will get better.”
— Juansen Dizon, You Will Get Better
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pepperpoetry · 4 years
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i love touch. skin to skin, that’s my love language for sure.
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we all are hiding. either feelings, or faces. we all have stories we never want to tell. we all even have stories which we wanna scream till our lungs give out. but, thanks to this world, where feelings are so underrated that one can’t truly express their emotions. you cannot yell everything out and expect nobody to judge. that’s why, nobody searches for a crowd but for a single person who’s somewhere in the crowd, who’d listen to you when you’re screaming, when you’re soft, and even when you’re silent. - ©️ Sharvari Tadvi
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how much water does it take to drown someone? how many flowers are needed to make a whole garden? how much happiness is needed to make someone smile? how much hope does one need to live? maybe, someone can drown without water. maybe, even a flower can be someone’s garden. maybe, a little effort can make someone smile. maybe, no hope can make someone live.
how much, how many is not on what the world depends, but it is what you feel by many, one or none. - Sharvari Tadvi
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i followed you everywhere, and you still felt lonely. maybe, i was the loneliness. - Sharvari Tadvi
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people didn’t mean much,
but you did mean something.
people didn’t bother me much,
but you did bother me much.
people did hear me cry,
but you didn’t even see my tears.
people did see my flaws,
but you didn’t try to accept.
people did push me down,
you didn’t bother to pick me up.
people did plan to hurt me,
and you topped the list.
I didn’t mean anything to you,
but you meant everything to me. ~ ©️ Sharvari Tadvi
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pepperpoetry · 4 years
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I was totally into you, that night. It was only you, me and loneliness. Yes, that’s what I said. We were not alone, we were two, but we both felt alone, together. We were just not okay. Maybe it was the last time, maybe it was the last magical touch, maybe it was the last lonely night. maybe. ~ ©️Sharvari Tadvi
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the storms are approaching and they are full of you. i’m trying to run. i’m running. and running. but where should i go when the only place i knew, my home is what i’ve to run from now?
- you were my home.
- were you my home? ~ ©️Sharvari Tadvi
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Photographer Jomayra Texeira
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sometimes you’re in the moment, but not living it. you’re warm, yet your heart feels so cold. you truly want to hold on, but your instincts are quietly telling you to move on. the whispers of ‘i love you’ want you to keep hurting till you fall apart to a limit you have nothing else in you to get broken, but you’re even one second away to realise the fact that with giving your all, you are losing pieces of you. and now, it’s all on you to decide, whether you’ll let yourself wither your future, or if you decide to leave, you’ll let the past kill you everyday. - ©️Sharvari Tadvi
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Viva Las Vegas By Olivia Bee
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pepperpoetry · 4 years
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with time, we just watch. watch how people walk, closer to their goal, or walk away. we become so used to it. we keep trying yet end up at the very same place we begun from. we lose all the hope we should have to begin again. it’s too hard to do it again, and again. we just sit there, and the time passes, the people pass, and we live the same moments everyday, every month, every year for years till we are old enough to finally sum it up to be called ‘our life’. - ©️Sharvari Tadvi
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Sanctuary by Daniel Adams
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pepperpoetry · 4 years
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the night felt so long
my eyes
closed or opened
felt the same.
then i realised
it wasn’t the night
that was infinite
but the darkness in my thoughts
as you sucked the good in me,
the hope in me.
but i couldn’t be there forever;
i quit being in a prison of memories.
and now,
i see
how beautiful the moonlight is
after so many years of no stars
in my dark sky! ~ ©️Sharvari Tadvi
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