I Want It To Be October Again

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

"WABI-SABI"

For every happy person,

There's one learning about grief.

For every single dreamer,

There's one struck by disbelief.

For every colorful finger,

There's one with scars on their wrist

For every valley with a rainbow

There's some town covered in mist.

Good and bad have one common purpose,

And it is to keep you invested.

Beyond your world is a mystery my friend

You only have lies manifested.

Though sweet could be summer

And sour could be rain.

There could be grieving happiness

There could be joy in pain.

But before we see it ending we shall see how it begins

Or we might just feel like human and never know what it means

Carrying the weight of remorses and let downs,

looking up to the possibilities in coarse frowns

Cherishing the the glass of water when your house could be burning to the ground

Singing the song of hope when listening how death sounds,

Putting your faith into something that might just be empty.

Living your life on pieces when you might have

plenty.

Even though we know we're gonna lose here's to keep fighting.

In a deep dark ocean of time and space threads here's to the spark igniting.

title suggested by - @fooraa

Tfou

and let the history books name joe biden, rishi sunak, justin trudeau, emmanuel macron, ursula von der leyen and every other world leader who did not step in to prevent the genocide of palestine as cold-blooded murderers. may they face a shred of the immeasurable pain and suffering they allowed to be committed against 2.2. million innocent lives.

Is anyone else in a weird state of mind right now ? Like everything is fine but everything’s not fine

“…it will get better again”

it has gotten better before, it will get better again

Just because the days are repetitive at the moment, it does not mean you are not still making progress. You are not wasting your life. You still have time.

Magic...

♡ there was a girl, she lived alone with her woodland animals in the middle of the forest, near her small and cozy cottage was crytal river glistening like milion broken stars and her hair were long down to her tail-bone with loose romantic waves that made her look like a dreamy vintage painting. always dressed in doll-like clothes and tied her hair only with satin and silk ribbons. she adored reading and appreciating nature while writing her own poetic pieces in her secret diary. ♡

So lonely

I’m tired I’m so tired whenever I think things are starting up look better they get worse

Am I so undeserving of love? From my parents?