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The blood of a sinner.
I won't cry over you. Not anymore.
Only Allah knows, and that's more than enough.
♥ 11:41 PM
Tired of confrontations. Tired of feeling so angry, so begrudging. Can you perhaps tell me how to be passionless, unassuming. Calm, keep calm. I sometimes just don't have a clue how to do that.
♥ 9:38 PM
Ironic. When you look into nothingness, you see everything. When you have nothing, you'll realize everything. The absence in sight offers edifying insight. Nothing helps you, and nothing breaks you. In shattered pieces of nothing you find everything, and in everything you might find nothing. Nothing can be empty, but it can be full. Nothing is dark, but nothing holds the light. Without nothing, everything does not exist. Our existence in this world means nothing, nothing in the afterlife, but everything in both.
Nothing might just be what you need.
♥ 11:44 PM
the truth doesn't hurt.
the realization that comes with it does.
that friends are capable of betraying your trust, that your company and presence meant nothing, that your heart was taken lightly.
the truth doesn't hurt.
the friendship crumbling apart does.
those times you spent talking late into the night, sharing your souls, believing in each others' existence.
the truth doesn't hurt.
the feeling of being a fool does.
that fool who learnt to trust again, to stand tall, and to be who you are, good and bad.
i am a farce to my own existence.
♥ 3:38 PM
