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w-i-m-m · 1 year
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sadghostgirl14 · 8 months
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madysonwilson2014 · 1 year
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We all just broken people, trying our best to survive.
-madyson
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ardent-reflections · 9 months
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I get deeply tired because everything touches me, I am never indifferent.
Anais Nin
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kanyasstuff · 7 months
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Last night, i told my mother "I wish I was dead" in a I fit of rage and winter clouded her eyes. But it wasn't white and it wasn't quiet, it resembled something like helplessness and rage. She was in pain and I knew I hurt her. I wanted to say something, anything, but how do you withdraw a declaration of war? How do you stop the bombs that already destroyed homelands? In that moment remembered how she always told me that when she was a kid, she was too afraid to sleep without the lights on. Not because she was afraid of monsters, but because she feared her grandmother would die. Because when you're a kid, not seeing it means it doesn't exist anymore. I saw the winter in her eyes again and knew I had switched off the light, she wasn't angry, she was afraid.
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un-suflet-anonim · 5 months
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frommydiary · 4 months
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Hamarey jisam par jo lagey, wo zakham maaf hain aap ko.. hamari rooh par jo lagey hain unko khuda puchega.!
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In Solitudine et in Tenebris
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numetalgoth97 · 1 year
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Chester Forever
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emolittleplant · 3 months
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𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚
𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙮
- hostage ; Maggie Lindemann
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w-i-m-m · 1 year
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n0n-binarypixie · 12 days
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I hate how much I get so emotional I really hate it
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her-penetrating-soul · 2 months
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🤍 ‿⚘Eloped deeply within my thoughts of you. I find myself reminiscing over our moments together. You're the first person I think about in the morning & the last person that comes to my mind before I lay my head upon my pillows. I get lost into the notation of you & I. I fall asleep gazing upon your photos. Their are times that I even imagine you here with me. Draped with your arms around me. Turning to you, placing my face upon your chest, the one place I feel safe and sound. There isn't any other place I'd love more than to be entangled into your arms. I miss your sweet vanilla aromas. I miss having you caress my hairlocks. I miss opening my eyes, seeing you there. Gosh, I simply miss you. I am tormented by you. If only you'd see what a mess I am solely by missing the sound of your voice, which to me, it's my aphrodisiac. Solely by hearing that soothing sexy voice renders me from afar. How your fingertips feel upon my vevetly olive skin. Your touch is engraved into my silky skin. It is a ravage that even with time, I couldn't erase you from my mind, my thoughts, my heart, my soul, or my skin. Not only are you penetrated, you're engraved, but you're tattooed into my inner being. There is no escaping from you. Even if I tried, I wouldn't want to. I love being yours. I never knew how dead I was inside till you came into my life. Even with the chaos you brought into my life. I would change a dam thing. Because without your soft tenderness, I am solely prowling through the essences of my oceanic soul. Longing, awaiting your return to my loving embrace. You're it. You're all I want, crave, yearn, love. Only You, Only Us, Only Love. You've consumed every ounce of my being into you.⚘⁀🤍
Written: February 26th, 2024
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madysonwilson2014 · 1 year
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ninevehsage · 1 month
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kanyasstuff · 1 month
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sometimes depression is so scary because you stop being able to achieve any sense of fulfilment. a huge part of being human is looking forward to things and having treats, goals, rewards, outcomes that you strive towards. if you don't have those things it can be really, really hard to find any sense of purpose. having depression is asking yourself what do i want to eat, what do i want to watch, what do i want to play, what do i want to listen to, what do i want to do, what am i looking forward to, what's driving me to keep going, and having the answer be a resounding 'nothing'
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