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angels moan in her veins while thorns kiss her heart 𖹭 @httpsbite

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

“when people see good, they expect good. and I dont want to have to live up to anyone’s expectations”

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

@httpsbite хорошо хорошо

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

@httpsbite сомневаешься что ли

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

@httpsbite это хорошо

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

@httpsbite правда?

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

@httpsbite рил

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

belong nowhere. truly so peculiar and set apart from all others. not unique; nothing of interest dwells within, and ways only serve to drive others away. certain that those who gaze upon see only strangeness. akin to a contagion, so foolish

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

it is a quiet sorrow to feel lonely even when people are near. the whole world grows distant, as though nothing remains but you and the relentless thoughts that occupy your mind. it wears the soul so deeply

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

and not because i am some profound being
but because i never allow them to see.
created to dwell alone inside my own melancholy.

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

no one will ever notice my sorrow.
no one will ever grasp the quiet storms within me. it feels as though i was fashioned solely to drag myself into the darkest depths.
no soul will ever know how heavy the ache becomes

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

the world around us shifts, people transform, yet within remains only an endless longing, a darkness that leaves no room for anything good.

we find a quiet pleasure in beautiful images, in curious things,
but all of it passes so swiftly.

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

love cannot heal what resides within the mind.
kind words fail to ease the ache,
and the entire world feels impossibly distant,
as though existence itself holds nothing of true worth.

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

life is a deeply unpleasant affair when one truly considers it.
we strive for happy memories, for love and the warmth that surrounds us,
yet our inner feelings overpower us. our melancholy and sorrow prove stronger than we are

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

'i long to confide how wretchedly i suffer, yet i possess no grounds to utter a word of it' this is precisely the sentiment that claims me whenever unease descends. the world feels so utterly estranged, so foreign to my soul; perhaps no place awaits me within it.

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

sadness always sneaks up on you outta nowhere. like everything's fine, but then you're hella ashamed of your own existence, ashamed of everything. you're already on the edge but still trying to act like it's all good. the human body is just full of suffering

[ཧོ @sseraphveil]

while everyone else is ashamed for one day or some random event, i’ll be ashamed of my whole life and my entire existence. like i dont deserve anything good. idk how ppl arent disgusted by me cuz i literally feel sick from my own personality