prettysoulsread

[prettysoulsread]

“If I had to define friendship, I would speak of us. I would speak of how, despite the miles that separate us, we’ve found a connection that feels like home.

When we talk it’s as if time stands still and the world fades away as we dive into conversations that reveal the deepest parts of who we are. We’ve shared our cultures, our beliefs, our dreams and in doing so, we’ve built something unbreakable. I will treasure these moments, and in every universe, I hope we are bound by the same closeness. I will never regret this, never regret us.”

— mine [ @prettysoulsread ]

[prettysoulsread]

Being a human is miserably beautiful.

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A inner struggle

Sometimes I yearn for numbness, to escape the torment of my own mind. The relentless overthinking, the inability to enjoy life as I once did.

The unexpected panic attacks that grip my body like a vise, leaving me shaking uncontrollably and gasping for breath.

This feeling that I can never put into words, it's a living nightmare that leaves me feeling helpless and frustrated, as if I'm drowning in my own thoughts with no way out.

— mine [ @prettysoulsread ]

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A curse and a cure

Being sensitive and understanding can feel like a double-edged sword. It's a strength to be able to empathize and understand others, but it can also be a source of pain when you're aware of the hurt they cause.

There's an inner struggle between trying to understand and feeling everything deeply, leading to a never-ending battle with your own emotions. It's an exhausting game of feeling so intensely while being unable to help it.

— mine [ @prettysoulsread ]

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The unspoken pain.

There is an untold story behind every slap and every hit, a side of the pain that goes unspoken. The memories of betrayal linger, leaving behind a sense of wanting to end it all. It's so cruel to hurt a vulnerable being in the hope of surviving just a little longer, but would they know that a little sadness won't end everything? Even in a corner or a closed room, there is still hope, a window open to kindness. And when he discovers that kindness, he longs to stay alive, finally feeling alive, if only for a little while.

— mine [ @prettysoulsread ]

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I often lose sight of the fact that no one can feel the world quite like I do, that the depth of my emotions and thoughts is uniquely mine. It is in those moments that I realize I am trapped in my own sensitivities, controlled by my own feelings and thoughts, and it dawns on me just how intensely sensitive I truly am.

— mine [ @prettysoulsread ]

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In the stillness of this night, as everything quiets down. I find myself wishing that the earth would swallow me whole, just for a respite from the relentless noise and chaos of life.

— mine [ @prettysoulsread ]

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You know what's even worse? Being the shoulder to lean on for others, the one who lends a listening ear and offers comfort, but never feeling like you can truly open up yourself. Fear holds you back from reaching out for help, from being vulnerable and sharing your own struggles, because you don't want to be a burden to others or risk them not understanding you. That's been my experience.

— mine [ @prettysoulsread ]

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Isn't silence so beautiful? No one just you and your thoughts all alone, some peace of mind for yourself; and even in silence you will feel a lot?

Silence is a comfortable friend, while loud sounds are a constant distraction. Sometimes it's best to isolate oneself and retreat to a comfortable space, as in the end, it's just us and our own thoughts in the peace and quiet. Even in silence, there is much to learn, for if we listen patiently, we may find both soothing answers and painful truths.

In its imperfection, silence is perfect. It's like a moment of completeness, a chance to gather yourself and feel whole again. It's a liveable feeling, a space where you can simply be, without pretense or performance, without the need to fill the air with words or sounds. In the quiet, there is peace and acceptance, a chance to simply exist as you are.

— mine [ @prettysoulsread ]