Midnight Thoughts

Sst... Stay silent. You'll hear nothing because our voices aren't meant to be heard. We are extraterrestrials, as our bodies turn to green and our eyes are big enough to see your past. We are the unwanted creatures that will eat the heart out of you yet you're searching for us. We bring nothing but anything you'll ever want.  Come to us and catch these peculiar feelings. With electricity and some sort of burnt smell. If you are on your way to this party, make sure to bring your heart and misfit self. Don't forget to wear your best dress. You'll be in the right place with a bunch o unwanted creatures doing the things society forbid.  We are aliens of the society.  We do exist.  Aliens like us exist in this universe. we heart it

Shadows settle on the place, that you left Our minds are troubled by the emptiness Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time From the perfect start to the finish line And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong The lovers that went wrong We are the reckless We are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day we'll reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of our feelings , they are dead and they are gone W e're setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this And you caused it And you caused it And you caused it Well I've lost it all , I'm just a silhouette A lifeless face that you'll soon

I don't trust you anymore we heart it I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care But it's so cold and I don't know where I brought you daffodils in a pretty string But they won't flower like they did last spring And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright I'm just so tired to share my nights I wanna cry and I wanna love But all my tears have been used up On another love, another love All my tears have been used up On another love, another love All my tears have been used up On another love, another love All my tears have been used up Oh oh   And if somebody hurts you , I wanna fight But my hands been broken, one too many times So I'll use m y voice, I'll be so f u cking rude Words they always win, but I know I'll lose And I'd sing a song, that'd be j u st ours But I sang 'em all to another heart And I wanna cry I wanna learn to love But all my tears have been used up On another love, another love All my tea

3 words from  @rez.adi  (Lost, Calming, Stormy)  The stormy night has no end That I forgot how it felt  to feel calm The rain and tornado  became my lullaby,  and calming me instead. I don't know where  I'm heading nor what  is leading me but I don't feel  Lost  amazing art by  @flowerheadclan  

Darling, don't sleep with a broken heart. The pillow catches your broken pieces and collecting your tears. You might need to clean them up tomorrow morning. Drink a cup of Earl Grey, light up that April Showers Candles that you keep for your special moment. Today is the day, being with yourself, all day and cleaning up the mess from last night. It's all about treating yourself right, and not hoping from someone else.   *** "Today was a good day." He said "Um..." He smiled that beautiful smile. "Felt really good." Those dimples that always have a special place in my mind. I keep capturing them every time I have a chance.  Since I don't know for how long he would stay. He won't stay long. He couldn't. There are so many things he should do.  And breaking my heart is one of them. *** He's drowning in sorrow. The pure lonely heart. Being broken by something rather, lonely. A girl who he loves so much t

Once you found the one, will you be happy then? What if THAT someone is yourself? What if you always be happy, but you just never know because your brain tells you not to? Because too much happiness will bring you into the deepest sorrow at the end of the day. When you already in your bed, scrolling to your phone, your eyes are tired but your heart is not ready to sleep yet. They keep pumping of awareness that something bad will happen. How great will it sound? The sound of your heart beating? Is it just the same as the piano riff off of a song from your favorite movies? Or is it just as bad as your voice when you are crying? My dear friend said, that it is okay to cry. Just let it go. But I already did. I let it all go. And I let you slip away. we heart it

I feel miserable when insecurities hit me in every possible way. I thought that why am I getting fatter and my face is getting chubbier. Why can't I feel confident in pictures like most girls on the internet? I started to hate them that they look so pretty and flawless and I want to be just like them. I started to learn how to put makeup on and trying lots of new fashion styles or starve myself and sometimes I feel so sick that I throw out. Yes, I did that. These insecurities make me scared to take a picture of myself or even a selfie. I even hide behind that, "Nah, I don't like selfies," kind of thing. It's because I always feel much more insecure. Those negativities are eating my happiness. I'm afraid to smile in a picture and showing my teeth because I feel that my teeth are too small or my upper gum will show up. I'm afraid that my shoulder is too wide for a girl, and my jaws aren't in a perfect and same size and my chubby cheeks don't help m

pinterest Julia Mint To you with the broken heart I'm lying alone with my head on the phone Thinking of you till it hurts  I know you hurt too but what else can we do Tormented and torn apart I wish I could carry your smile and my heart  For times when my life seems so low It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you I know you were right believing for so long I'm all out of love, what am I without you I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong I want you to come back and carry me home Away from this long lonely nights I'm reaching for you , are you feeling it too Does the feeling seem oh so right And what would you say if I called on you now And said that I can't hold on There's no easy way, it gets harder each day Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone I'm all out of love, I'm so lost

Sebuah puisi 2:53 malam, yang ditulis oleh dua orang perempuan. Terima Kasih Kak Dinda telah, mengajarkanku untuk menjadi seorang perempuan, terima kasih telah mengajakku bermain dengan kata di tengah malam saat dunia membuat kita terjaga.  Apa Kabar Malam Senja menerjang, malam mengucapkan salam Halo, apa kabar? Ia berkata, menyapa aku. Aku berpikir, mengapa tidak? Termangu, terheran, mengheningkan cipta,  sesaat "Selesai." Ujarnya lalu, mengapa ia membuka pintu harapan? Karena harapan adalah hal yang baik Tidak baik hanya untuk bertamu. Jangan kau bukakan pintu itu tapi, ia masuk tanpa salam. Duduk di kursi, dan meminta secangkir kopi. Tanpa ada yang melayani, aku melayani diriku. Sepertinya, aku hanya hidup untuk aku.  Selamat Pagi Malam Selamat pagi malam! Senja iri kepadaku karenanya ia tak dapat bertemu malam sepertimu. Tapi, malam ada bintang dan bulan bunyi jangkrik, dan dinginnya angin. "Hujan tak datang,

The Lumineers A sentence for you to think about last night Pack yourself a toothbrush dear Pack yourself a favorite blouse Take a withdrawal slip Take all of your savings out 'Cause if we don't leave this town We might never make it out I was not born to drown Baby come on Forget what Father Brennan said We were not born in sin Leave a note on your bed Let your mother know you're safe And by the time she wakes We'll have driven through the state We'll have driven through the night Baby come on If the sun don't shine on me today And if the subways flood and bridges break Will you lay yourself down and dig your grave Or will you rail against your dying day And when we looked outside Couldn't even see the sky How do you pay the rent Is it your parents Or is hard work dear Holding the atmosphere I don't wanna live like that, yeah If the sun don't shine on me today If the subways flood and bridges break Jesus

C’est une femme, elle a les cheveux ch â tains. Elle a l’air triste, ses yeux verts perdent ses éclats. Il n’y a rien de la vie là. Elle s’assoit à c ô té de la fen ê tre. Elle regarde dehors, les hommes marchent, les voitures. Quelquefois, elle sourit quand les enfants passent. Peut- ê tre, elle pense qu’ils ont l’air contents. Elle a besoin de bonheur, mais elle n’en trouve jamais. Elle oublie qu’elle doit faire de bonheur pour elle-m ê me. C’et un homme, il a les cheveux noirs. Il a l’air content, il écoute sa chanson préfère. Je crois que c’est Fly Me To The Moon . Pas comme elle, il est toujours heureux. Son sourire est beau et sincère.  Il marche vers elle. Comme moi, Il ne voit pas le bonheur autour d’elle. Il dit, « Bonjour, mademoiselle, pourquoi la belle femme que vous avons l’air triste ? » « Parce qu’il n’y rien peut me rendre contente. » « Si vous ne le pouvons pas, vous le devez créer. » « Pourquoi dois-je être heureuse ? » La femme demande. L’homme sourit, il

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Terima kasih atas '3 katanya @Gmbd_ (instagram) Aku melangkah masuk ke dalam kedai kopi itu. Semerbak wangi biji kopi merasuki hidungku. Meninggalkan jejak di pikiranku. Lama sudah aku tak menghirup bau yang pernah menjadi adiksi bagiku. Terlalu banyak kenangan, terlalu sedikit waktu untuk mengenang. Ingatan tentang Bapak, wangi rumah di pagi hari, deretan toples bening berisi kopi. Semuanya telah tiada. Terkubur bersama jasad Bapak dan cintanya akan kopi. Aku pun tak pernah memahami kopi. Seberapa sering Bapak memintaku untuk mencicipinya, aku selalu menghindar. Tak ada kesenangan dalam pahitnya kopi. Tak ada imajinasi dalam pekatnya. Aku sendiri lebih memilih teh. Teh adalah minuman favoritku. Sebut saja segala jenis rasa teh padaku, maka aku bisa mendeskripsikan rasanya sedetail mungkin. Jika kau bertanya apa rasa favoritku, aku tidak bisa menjawab pasti. Aku akan menjawab Mint Citrus di teriknya siang dan ramainya orang berkumpul di kedai kopi ini. Jika kita sedang berce

Songs by my favorite bands or singer always inspired me. Sometimes I write poems or just some flash fictions, other times I feel like replying to them. Just like one of this writings. a reply for One Direction  - Where do broken hearts go? It's at the bus stop, in the middle of the night. Accompanied by nobody but me crying over the pouring rain. That's okay, the bus will take me home. It's in every cup of cold tea I made three hours ago and forget it all along my way to pick up the laundry. It's under the blanket with a cup of hot chocolate and 500 days of Summer on my screen. If one day you'd asked yourself where do broken hearts go. Then maybe. By chance, it's in every ash burned cigarettes that  you hate but I tried it anyway, In case you want me back, I'll be waiting in your favorite sweater that I stole from you before you leave. I'll be waiting with my broken heart.

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