Krishn-ki-radha - Shyaam Saakhi - Tumblr Blog

When the fear of losing someone ends by actually losing them

You become of metal,iron,and all the strong metals in chemistry

It's ok if you don't understand why someone would do that

Because that means you'll never do that to someone

I will never forget and forgive the time I cried to my dad for him and he asked me, should I talk to him for you,I can make this alright I promise beta,just tell me to talk to him and I will

Never had I felt this low, disrespected and embarassed,for my dad,I hope God gives all the karma to him for hurting me and my family this way

The day I heal fully, completely and utterly,to the point I could never ever turn back or even imagine,the real real healing

I'll make myself the best cheese white sauce pasta,by my own,I'll learn,I'll yt,I'll cut and chop,and I'll make it and I'll sit and eat it with no Netflix,just to process how far I've made it and how proud I am of myself

I promise!

“Even though I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, I’m going to hold my head high, think positive, and expect the best.”

— Unknown

— roach-works

Some people are real

Some people are good

Some people are fake

And some people are really good at being fake

Its ok if you're over the person but not the situation and what they did to u

I still don't know and understand I never will,why did you to that to me? Infact how could you?

I feel the same everyday, everyday is the same,there's nothing different,I even have the same thoughts everyday,it's the same routine

I want to talk to people about it,maybe even ask for help,but I don't because I fear they'll perceive me to be weak,and vulnerable and someone who is easy to fuck with,I want to maintain my strong character and aura

I know love exists because I'm full of it,and I hold it

You know it's bad when you fear even writing about it,leave alone talking

I feel the same everyday, everyday is the same,there's nothing different,I even have the same thoughts everyday,it's the same routine

Sometimes I feel so miserable in my own company,maybe helpless too

Most of the times I love being with myself,alone,I like being alone,it brings me solitude and peace

I think I like being alone but not feeling lonely

And I've felt like that almost like a pattern repeating every few years for a period of time,and every time I think that this must be the worst but it gets worse

What do you call it when no one's waiting for you at meals, loneliness or freedom?

Sometimes I don't know who I am,I think I don't know myself at all,I don't even know how I love,is it fierce and deep or just superficial,what if I actually don't know myself at all,how should I discover myself,I mean it when I say I love myself and I'm selfish for myself,but why do I cry and feel so pathetic when someone decides to walk out of my life randomly

And why is it such that,you only care about people who don't care about you,and you only choose people who would never choose you

Why do I feel a certain sense of apathy towards people who would do anything to keep me,but all gaga over someone in who's life my presence added little to no value

These are random thoughts I'm writing out,none in chronological order or none of which will make sense

I hope nobody ever discovers that I own this Tumblr page,oh what a fawning moment

I love the sun when it burns my peachy skin, glowing and shining,and how the hair on my arms suddenly look golden beneath it's shine

The lack of humility,morals,ethics,values and shame people are carrying out these days is insane,like crazy level

They walked away,now do yourself a favour, and walk as far and fast as you can in the opposite direction, infact run,run so fast that you come first in every race

You don't have to taste the whole of the ocean water to see if it's salty

Believe when people reveal their true selves honey

Don't stop until life looks like a yacht at Monaco,cars at Dubai, Dior in your pockets,and YSL in your bag

It's like, really it's actually like,I bent down,and you climbed upon my shoulder reached all the way up,and the whole time you were climbing up,I was cheering for you, shouting your name, motivating you, coaxing you,and as soon as your hand touched the surface,you looked down and pushed me with the very leg you climbed upon me with,and I vanished into the deep black hole,scared, anguished, ruminating,not able to fathom or comprehend what just happened,shocked,and you vanished in thin air,above the clouds.