UNSAID THINGS
My mind is full of unsaid things. There's so much I wanna say but Nah. I barely like to talk to people.
People are always saying that I'm shy and reserved however I just have to get comfortable around you before I start wilding out.
Books taught me many things. One of the many things was to never listen to someone who tells you what a girl/boy can or cannot do.
A girl asked her grandparents "How did you manage to stay together for 65 years?". Her grandma replied, "We were born in a time when if something was broken we would fix, not throw it away."
It made her think because what people call love today, isn't love at all, its possession.
Stay single. Everyone's out there lying. Never admire someone so much that you disregard the truth about them.
Y'all so convinced into thinking you have to go through hell for someone to love you and stay with you, that shit isn't love.
Does no one get it? We need to mature off the pain, not age.
I just wonder about who wonders about me.
Sometimes you just gotta chill and vibe alone.
When it comes to household, you gotta learn how to love from a distance.
Our parents don't know us. The bitter part is they're convinced they do.
And 'sorry' has become meaningless.
What's the point of explaining yourself? People will see what they want to see. It's easier to judge than to understand.
People don't have much to do. And, you and I haven't got much to lose.
Sadly this is the wrong generation for people with a kind soul.
I don't like humans, I should've been a rock.
The internet has taught me more about feminism, gender, sexuality and mental illness than school and it shouldn't be like that.
The world needs more weirdness, more hauntingly lovely people, artisans, words that steal breath, admiration, liberty, calmness.
But tell me, who were you before they broke your heart?
A Blog By Bidisha~
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