A City Of Ghosts

Casted shadows are beautiful until they're casted by your memories, or traumas. Who would dance in the shadows casted by nightmares?

Anneshwa

Take me blindfolded to a field of sunflowers and you might see the happiest kid alive.

-Anneshwa ✨

I felt something unexplainable in my chest and there were flowers growing inside my veins. My heart stopped and that moment felt like eons. Eons full of ecstasy.

-anneshwa

fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws.

[text id: and if yearning had a shape, it would look awfully a lot like me.]

I wanted to swim away from the calm river, to sail in the rumbling waves of the stormy sea. I wanted to know the depths of it, I wanted to feel the shake, ready to break free. I wanted to dive deeper, feel it close, know its layers. Insanity gripped me as i got closer, because in its extremity i found me, and my mind couldn't comprehend its own oceanic complexity.

- Anneshwa

Say something I'm giving up on you

(:

Make 2021 the year where you save yourself.

You need to make yourself a priority. you should care about others but you don't need to risk your sanity for that.

You need to be away from people who expect but don't care about your expectations and needs.

Make 2021 about you, and I don't wanna sound selfish but you can't really honestly care about anyone if cannot keep yourself sane and alive.

Question everything, talk, communicate, and see if there's any reciprocation.

Have compassion for others, but first for yourself.

Living with yourself, knowing yourself, accepting your flaws will bring you closer to yourself, no kidding that shit is hard, omg so hard.

But you gotta LIVE for YOURSELF.

LIFE IS SUPER SHORT.

people are dying, people are dying without getting to do their favourite thing, without saying goodbye, without even checking the boxes in their bucket list.

So please talk, learn, communicate, live, love.

Today i am a bit closer to myself,

i save myself everyday and for that i am proud.

Me : Wow, I'm finally finding my flow. I love this quote, can't believe i wrote it.

Anxiety : Well, well. It's not that great. People think you're just a pretentious writer.

Me : No they don't. I actually write my own feelings, i think they relate to my words.

Anxiety : aww you wish. They hate you, and your art. Your writeups suck and your style is bad.

Me : No it isn't. Is it? IS IT? What if you're right? And what if I'm actually a bad writer. What if people actually think I'm pretentious. Yes anxiety, i guess you're right. Thank you, let me think about it all night, and get back to you.

I write because I am wretched, because I must make moan to someone or something. I write because I shall soon be dead. These lines will be the cold remains of my soul and thoughts and love, as my body will be the corpse of my warm flesh and blood. I write to declare my faith, to obtain pardon of my sins, to weep, because my tears strangle me and will put an end to me.

Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo, written on 1834

Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris." Devotions