INTRODUCTION OF SORTS...

DAYS IN YOUR LIFE.

Some days it feels like I am drowning in the same sea where i always go for a swim. Some days it feels like that the pain in my chest will kill me. Some days it feels like all hope that I held on to is not even real. Some days it feels like the monster under my bed is following me every where. Some days it feels like that the darkness has consumed me completely. Some days it feels like every set of eyes on the road is focused entirely on me. Some days it feels like nothing is worth living for. Some days it feels I don’t want to wake up from my slumber ever again, and yet every morning I wake up, look in the mirror and tell myself that “you will get through this, you will survive another day, you will live.”

Some days life may be a little more complex than other days but it does not mean that you give up.

Snape: Miss Granger, pay attention or serve detention.

Hermione: Make me.

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Draco: (in a distance) like one of my french girls.

Hermione: What

Draco: What

Snape: What

Hogwarts: What

Do you ever have those days when all you want to do is read angst so that you can make yourself feel things for life has been too numb for to long.

THE POST

ME: the day I join TUMBLR my first post is going to be funny and people will die laughing.

ALSO ME: (First day at Tumblr) I have no idea how to post anything. I am not funny. Why did i came to this site. I'll die alone.

Echo (Echo)

Nathaniel Orion G. K., March 2022

Person: call me

Me: has 34 panic attacks

Me: questions my existence

Me: nope (while having a meltdown)

Person: okay

Me starts feeling guilty

The up, The down and everything between.

The up, The down and everything between.

THE UP

Its like the wind on the summer evening,

playing with your hair and making you smile.

The night sky is full with stars,

you can see the constellations you read about,

when you were 13.

There is music playing, ‘Its good to be back, no longer alone”

Your curve upwards and you let out a breath

you never knew you were holding.

There is dust on your face, but you…

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Labyrinth of suffering...

Labyrinth of suffering…

So, I am not some very intellectual bitch, I don’t read philosophical books nor do I indulge deeply in the ideas of life and life after death. I read fiction, well because real life can be very underwhelming and it is in fiction that I find solace. The thing is that no matter how hard I try to forget a book and it’s ending; some things stick with you. The labyrinth of suffering is the part of…

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