The Fact That I'm Not In Some Alternate Universe Where I Go To This School Wearing Pretty Clothes, I'm

if nobody got me i know rue and jules .. Lol nevermind

In the depth of those words, i intend to write a letter to myself but it came out as a death note instead, i was in awe-destruction. These words carry heavy bricks and burning rage, where should i put it down? I wanted to write about what a fine and a good day looks like but then i remember Van Gogh's saying, 'this sadness will last forever' and so i hold the pen and start pouring blood, spilled on the pages of my dear diary. These kind of stuff happens when you cant pull the trigger. Millions of thoughts written yet none could be able to elucidate the unsaid., it always went down the grave coverted in the dead bones.

- Marium.

I want to run away. Just completely disappear, tell nobody, and become someone entirely new. I can start my new life with my favourite and best person I ever met. I wanted to romanticize things with my best person. I wanted to visit museums where I can dress in pleated short skirts and blazers, be coy and mysterious enough that everywhere I go people are intrigued and charmed by my mere existence, only to vanish as quickly as I arrived. I want to be known yet unknown. Leave behind my past so I have enough secrets to fuel a thousand rumours about who I am. Maybe that's good material for being lonely, but is that not how all the best people live and die?

G o r g e o u s ♡

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i'm sitting on my bed reading. it’s almost midnight. it’s summer. my window is open and the cool wind is blowing. it's cloudy but i can see the moon shining through the clouds. the crickets are very loud but very soothing. my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. the feeling never goes away. everything is quiet and i'm at peace.

there are so many languages i want to learn, books i want to read, places i want to visit but im here lying down with no motivation to go anywhere but to the kitchen.

Just one of the things that’s been on my mind

If the stars we see in the sky is light projected to us from dead stars millions of years in the past due to light traveling slower in space. That means that if there is intelligent life out there looking at us from their galaxy then what they’re seeing is light images from our galaxy/planet millions of years ago. They’re currently seeing light images from our galaxy during the time dinosaurs roamed our planet. Which is probably why they’ve yet tried to make contact because they don’t see intelligent life on our planet yet. And according to Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. If they were to use a telescope to look at our planet they’d probably see dinosaurs in real time. That’s a form of time travel.

gostaria de poder dizer que sei de tudo. que sei que meus esforços vão valer a pena que tudo vai se encaixar, que o final feliz vem. mas a verdade é que mesmo que eu tivesse a capacidade de olhar meu futuro, eu ainda duvidaria se o visse dando certo.

Existe várias formas de matar alguém e a pior dela é esquecendo-a. Esquecer do qual incrível e especial aquela pessoa é, do quando divertida e inspiradora, e do quão bom foi amar ela.

as the years go on, i'm learning to accept my nature. i stopped pretending i like the sun, i stopped forcing my voice to sing hight, i don't walk with who i wanna be, faking my spring. i am no spring. i run in the dark, i am scars, blood and raw meat. i am no soft, my eyes will never sparkle, my hands are sharp, my body is solid, i got my father's wide rib cage, his strong lungs. i am a dark personality, i will always be, and that is good. and i will celebrate it and be who i am until the end, until the day i die and after.