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Pemimpi, konon.

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Kau hirup kopi dan melodi, sebagai metafora sanitimu hari-hari. Eskapism adalah keupayaan diri, yang hanya akan wujud dalam bentuk harapan yang tak terlihat, bila kita berdua berdansa dengan sepuluh ribu sunyi.

notalkingplz:

Hell is where the human is.

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postdysphoria:

kemudian saya tiba pada kesimpulan ini:

bahwa yang pertama-tama dibutuhkan manusia modern untuk menjadi beradab bukanlah lagi membaca buku, melainkan menjauhkan diri dari segenap banalitas mental kawanan media sosial. apalah gunanya segenap bacaan selagi kita menyoraki agar peluru menembusi saja…

Someone once told me that I was hard to love. The way I switched back and forth so quickly, my emotions always shifted so swiftly- they told me I was unpredictable. Never knowing what you’re gonna get, I go from white and back to black again- never gray, I wish I could explain why I am this way
But its hard. I am hard to love.
You say touching me is like walking on egg shells- never knowing if you’ll be greeted with embrace or a slap to the face, whether I’ll think you’re sweet or just a sour taste- I’m sorry for my change of pace- I am teetering.
Teetering between day and night, hiding in the shadows only to embrace the light never knowing what it is that I want, never knowing when I’ll change my mind- I am indecisive.
Someone once told me I was the most infuriating person they’d ever met, they way I floundered like scared prey desperately avoiding their net- they said I just want to hold you, I said today I don’t want you to.
Borderline. That’s what psychiatrists pegged my Personality with the addition of the word Disorder. My cells are disordered. I am hard to love.
One second I adore your essence, the next second I can’t stand your presence and I’m sorry.
So I will refuse your touch although I crave your attention, the pendulum that is my mind I thought I had mentioned- I am indecisive. I can be pulsing love through my veins at the hour and by the next rain down fury that showers
You, and you will wonder exactly when the shift occurred. I wonder that too.
My hands once used to cradle someone I felt so significant will suddenly find themselves feeling indifferent and I will have hurt you
But I never meant to. I never meant to climb aboard this never ending roller coaster ride, the one that doesn’t prohibit letting more passengers inside- I never meant to be
Borderline.

aureate-dwale

//Fuck.

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Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.

H. Jackson Brown Jr. (via kushandwizdom)

That’s the thing about fixing people: You try to eat away each other’s sadness only to realize you’re still full from your own.

Tina Tran, You can’t save everyone (via absentions)

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It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.

Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins (via kushandwizdom)