I am a special kind of retardš¤š»#HatedByManyConfrontedByNonehttps://allmylinks.com/stonerfluff
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Text
Hope life is treating everybody goodš«¶š»
7 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
0 notes
Text
264 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
Death is not the greatest loss
The greatest loss is what dies inside us, while we're still alive. You didn't even take time to notice the distinct lack of colour. Lives lost to the plague and this rat race. And the only difference. Between yourself and the crazy man who stalks main street. And you found yourself, dead stones and your heart. Can't you see? Death is not the greatest loss. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we're still alive. He found himself on a park bench and you found yourself, at the bottom of a prescription bottle.
Nlaea Shakhabova
0 notes
Text
0 notes
Text
My brain is like scrambled eggs so here is a selfieš¤š»
10 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
Iām not a failure but Iāve failed. Iām not a mistake but Iāve screwed up. Iām not a disaster but I donāt always get it right. Truth be told, iāve fallen more times than I can count and Iām okay with that. I learned from each failure. Iāve stumbled, failed and made more mistakes than most people, but then, again iām not like most people. They havenāt had to claw and scratch to find their way, to survive, just to be kikkk. left because I didnāt have any other options. I surrendered everything that I was to become who I was meant to be.nThe critics donāt know what it means to be at Iām not a failure but Iāve failed. Iām not a ulu but i know screwed up. Iām not a disaster but i donāt always get it right. Truth be told, iāve fallen more times than i can count and iām okay with that. I learned from each failure. Iāve stumbled, failed and made more mistakes than most people, but then again, iām not like most people. They havenāt had to claw and scratch to find their way, to survive, just to be happy. I had to be strong when even when i had nothing left, because i didnāt have any other options. I surrendered everything that i was to become who i was meant to be. The critics donāt know what it means to be at the end of their rope and not know where to turn. But you see, thatās where my story begins, where everyone elseās tale stops. I didnāt just crash and burn, i fell and crashed into a million pieces. I shattered in ways that most can never recover from, but thatās just the beauty of my story. Itās a tale of massive failures and anguishing struggle, itās a journey of broken hearts and wounded wings. But more than that, my path is a story of triumph amongst the tragedy, rising from the ashes and finding myself when not long before, i couldnāt even find my way. Itās a rekindling of my fire when my spark was almost gone. There were many times i was down and out, so lost in the darkness I couldnāt even see the light. But thatās what makes me who i am and part of my indomitable spirit. I uncovered my strength and unleashed my courage. I clawed my way out of the abyss into the light. I didnāt know how i made it some days, but somehow i always found a way. I donāt need help up and i donāt want a hand out. You can keep your sympathy, iām gorgeous in all the ways that matter, deep and soulful. I want someone to walk beside me and appreciate everything that went into making me the beautifully broken hearted person that roared back from the fire. Equal, no more and no less. Love me for me and all my splendid chaos and youāll begin to understands the fire in my heart. I have magic in my spirit and a passion in my heart that nothing can take away from me. So, honey, understand that life may knock me down and iāll have to fight harder some days, but you canāt keep a strong person down, ever. So, stand with me or stand aside, i have places to go and dreams to catch. Like most wild creatures, i was always meant to be free. These wings, theyāre made to soar. Love me the way that i deserve or let me go. Youāll never keep me in a cage when iām meant to fly high.
ā¢Nlaea Medina Suvanto Shakhabova
0 notes
Text
Selfworth
I used to lose myself in the ones i thought would always be there,
The people that i had hoped would always be loyal and never forsake my love. Iāll always be the kind of person that follows my heart and loves with every sliver of my soul. Itās just how iām wired. My friends always told me that iād get hurt and my choices were not the best for me, but i still dove headfirst into love. Somewhere along the way, i started losing who i was as i tried to be what they wanted me to become. Deep down, i knew that i wasnāt really happy living that way, but their joy always outweighed my truths. Time and again, heartache turned into heartbreak and happily ever after fell apart with every failed relationship. I thought it was me, that there was something wrong with me. Something that i was failing at, not doing or worst of all, that i didnāt deserve to be happy. Every broken road and shattered heart added one more wall to my hurting soul. I became more and more guarded as the once hopeful dreams of forever melted away into another faded memory of love gone astray. Somewhere along the way, my broken spirit and wounded soul reached its lowest point and i lost all faith in love, and more importantly, myself. I didnāt think i deserved to be happy. I didnāt believe i was good enough to be loved. I saw myself through the failed vision of people who never saw me for who i was. Thatās when i realized that the truth was different than i had come to believe all along. I had always deserved more. It was never my fault they didnāt really deserve me or even understand who I was. I stopped asking what was wrong with me and started realizing what was wrong with them. I know now that i couldnāt make them love me in the way that i deserved. Respectful, deep and passionate love wasnāt ever going to be their way. But thatās what i discovered i needed. I craved the beauty of a real and genuine relationship that fulfilled me with deeper purpose. I stopped letting lesser people win my heart and started remembering who i was and what i deserved. On my terms, in the way that i choose. Respectfully and passionately, without end. I donāt need to be chased, wooed or won. I am starting to love myself now or atleast comfortable with myself, so i donāt need love like i used to think i did. More than anything, on equal terms and with soulful depth, i just want to be loved.
ā¢Nlaea Medina Suvanto Shakhabova
2 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
You don't tell people you're not ok" she said, "because it's hard Watching them not know what to do. "Then you end up comforting them, even though the one who needed comforting was you.
ā¢Nlaea Medina Suvanto Shakhabova
ŠŃ Š½Šµ Š³Š¾Š²Š¾ŃŠøŃŠµ Š»ŃŠ“ŃŠ¼, ŃŃŠ¾ Ń Š²Š°Š¼Šø Š½Šµ Š²ŃŠµ Š² ŠæŠ¾ŃŃŠ“ŠŗŠµ, ā ŃŠŗŠ°Š·Š°Š»Š° Š¾Š½Š°, ā ŠæŠ¾ŃŠ¾Š¼Ń ŃŃŠ¾ ŃŃŃŠ“Š½Š¾ Š½Š°Š±Š»ŃŠ“Š°ŃŃ, ŠŗŠ°Šŗ Š¾Š½Šø Š½Šµ Š·Š½Š°ŃŃ, ŃŃŠ¾ Š“ŠµŠ»Š°ŃŃ. ā Š¢Š¾Š³Š“Š° Š²Ń Š² ŠŗŠ¾Š½ŠµŃŠ½Š¾Š¼ ŠøŃŠ¾Š³Šµ ŃŃŠµŃŠ°ŠµŃŠµ ŠøŃ
, Ń
Š¾ŃŃ ŃŠ¾Ń, ŠŗŃŠ¾ Š½ŃŠ¶Š“Š°Š»ŃŃ Š² ŃŃŠµŃŠµŠ½ŠøŠø, Š±ŃŠ» Š²Š°Š¼Šø.
ā¢ŠŠ»Š°ŠµŠ° ŠŠµŠ“ŠøŠ½Š° Š”ŃŠ²Š°Š½ŃŠ¾ ŠØŠ°Ń
Š°Š±Š¾Š²Š°
0 notes
Text
Traumatized people chronically feel unsafe inside their bodies: The past is alive in the form of gnawing interior discomfort.
ā¢Nlaea Medina Suvanto Shakhabova
1 note
Ā·
View note
Text
1 note
Ā·
View note
Text
0 notes
Text
Just because the past didnāt turn out like you wanted it to, doesnāt mean your future canāt be better than you ever imagined.
ā¢Nlaea Medina Suvanto Shakhabova
0 notes
Text
Intimacy isn't just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy.
Nlaea Medina Suvanto Shakhabova
2 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
2 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
This āgood behaviourā be smirking right around the corner. And badly, not in a good way.
ā¢Nlaea Medina Suvanto Shakhabova
2 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
I donāt want to adult anymore, infact i donāt even wanna human. I want to goat, so i can eat all day and headbutt anybody in my way!
Nlaea Medina Suvanto Shakhabova
2 notes
Ā·
View notes