#7amthoughts

[kiyo-x]

i forgot how bad i used to want to die

i just had a dream in which i was suicidal again. i know i had cut off my feelings towards my past self, dissociating myself from the idea, even viewing that mindset as childish and corrupted by outside influences. but the feeling was so real. i couldn’t talk to anyone. i cried and i couldn’t feel any better. i tried writing in a diary but the sheet of paper was stained with tears as paint smeared the sheet until my words were blurred out, unwanted, forgotten, never existing. i can’t pinpoint why i wanted to die so bad. was it the overwhelming feeling of uselessness as there was no need for a stupid girl like me to live and make mistakes that hurt other people. or was it the overwhelming feeling of being misunderstood, having deep, intense thoughts in a world of sensors that live off of false images. or was it this overwhelming feeling of sadness for the world could not seem to disappoint me more. i see fake people, fake relationships, fake hope for any genuine connections. i had never really felt in place before. i had best friends, groups of friends. but there was no home that provided me that comfort and joy i wanted to go back to each day. i dreamed of a paradise constantly as my reality was slowly falling apart in front of me as i try to salvage the flimsy tethers of childhood relationships. the innocence of my former self is appalling. i used to have so much hope for people, for society to be more genuine and forgiving. but i guess i’ve loved and learned the world is not as loving and forgiving as my paradise is made out to be. friends are mere acquaintances and love is just a word people can throw out like the tag on a new piece of clothing. luckily the cuts have healed well and scars completely gone as i’ve found people who understand me. people i can always fall back on. people i want to love deeply and wholeheartedly without fear of being hurt. people that really love me. and i hope i can keep these friends because without them i’d be lost again. and i really don’t want to be lost again.

[ephemeralcat94]

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: it’s 7 am and all i can think about is how brendon urie is a real 29 year old man that exists with a 4 octave and 7 note range. like this man can sing from D2-C7, probably even further than that considering fucking sounds like victorious and hallelujah that exist. this guy has a vocal range akin to mariah carey. this man exists and is the only member of a band and produces amazing albums and routinely leaps around being physically active on a stage while still engulfing our ear drums with A5s and C7s like it’s completely effortless. i am a woman with vocal training and am lucky if i can hit something even close to an A5 on a good day. he sings higher than most small children can shriek. is he storing 12 extra pairs of lungs in his forehead? because where is he getting all of the air for these notes. the world needs to know. help me. 

[bare-foot-writer]

Don’t Survive.LIVE.

How people are pledged to do things. Pledged to get birth. Pledged to grow up. And bound. Bound towards studies. Bound to be eminent in the society. Bound to select or accept a person. Bound to get married and bound to start the cycle once again. In their dictionaries this bounded mechanic drills are their LIVES. but is this actually a life? Or just a survival? Are they living or just sustaining? Are they moving or just cycling? Cycling in the same circle in which their forefathers were cycling but this time,its just an ameliorated version of the cycle,with a small diameter. They start their lives with an elite school and ends with an elite coffin. They don't see a world without this starting and ending. They don't even know there's much to explore,Much to know and much to LIVE. Some little hopes do stand on their feet and endeavours to get out of this cycle but others gravities them back-again to the cycle. Every one has a unique purpose for their birth and that purpose can not be the same every time. Like our finger prints,our thoughts, our way of conduct, our mindset, our thinking,every single thing is distinct so should be our way of living. So should be our endings and so should be our LIVES. we don't just have to survive instead we have to live. We just don't have to accept it as it is,but we should struggle. Maybe this is how some of us would be able to get out of this cycle without any resistance. PONDER OVER THIS.

-Yusra Mohiuddin (ybm)

[mojojowan]

"Cuz I don't have enough No second thoughts That smile is my everything you set me free Good morning to the sun Let's go for a walk I feel the wind push my body On my foot I'm ready" 🎶❤️ - New Era by Nulbarich Happy first day of “Ber” months! . . . . . . . . #September #2017 #TravelPhotography #SceneryPhotography #NaturePhotography #SkyPhotography #Photography #Phonetography #Travel #Travelgram #Work #Laguna #MtMakiling #MountMakiling #Mountain #PH #Philippines #Sky #Clouds #Sunrise #Landscape #MojoJOWANderlust #7AMthought #MorningThoughts #Lyrics #Nulbarich

[johnmichaelantonio]

Repost from @aliceandolivia - This print is hand painted, these jeans are embroidered and this kimono is all your pajama dressing dreams! #7amthoughts #fashionista #fashionpost #styles #inspiration (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BprcL8iAMfO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16x7h10ed2qgn

[vickytiwari143-blog]

#7amthoughts #anjaan #loveapart #GodGiftedAngelShravik https://www.instagram.com/p/BoiJSLEDrD9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7z9nay6z4zdx

[jerukbanana-blog]

Fears

One of my biggest fears. It happened long time ago but it has always haunted me. Should I go or just stay? I’ve tried bloody hard to avoid this thing. And in the end I should face it, shouldn’t I? 

I feel very scared right now. I’ve avoided them for three years. Is it okay if I feel this? Can I just skip this day? Or should I disappear for a moment?

Suddenly my cheeks were wet and I can’t even sleep well. 

[jmmlove]

#7amthoughts #7ampoetry The Edge Working titles for new book: A. The Shadow of My Skin B. Coffee and Cream Which do u like best? A or B?🙂 #dailypoetry #makeawishnow #magical✨ #onlyloveisreal yes, #onlyloveisreal❤️

[ps-iloatheyou]

I feel like a lot of the people around me cling to each other because they all hate themselves for the same reasons and they all have no real interest in finding a way to feel better. That aside, Shelby was hiding behind Jeanette the giraffe the other day and it was pretty cute. #7amthoughts #kindalike3amthoughts #justnotascool #ohwell

[anitadutoit]

Pink Teeth

I am aware that I am demanding - I ask for a lot, and I wish I could say this to the two most important people in my life who moulded me, but my pride is too vast for something like this, so all I can do is apologize silently and forgive myself for these mistakes that I discover when I lay down at night when I allow them to chew me alive. Their pink teeth sink into my ego and give me the true taste of my own medicine - that exact potion I feed the people throughout any given day, cause it happens too often. #7amthoughts

[mysteryamour-blog]

In the middle of finding yourself, you'll find someone who take your breath away, feels that the walls you were building the whole time around have been broken by someone who does no effort. #7amthoughts

[jerukbanana-blog]

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything

and a season for every activity under the heavens

a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weap and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace

[four-twentybitches]

Sometimes it’s okay just to eat your sadness away. And by eat I mean food. Scarf it down, who gives a fuck

[vanilla-nougat-blog]

sometimes what was once our unknown becomes experience we wish we’d never had

[selfishnacho]

I'm always going to wonder...

What kind of a person tells someone they love them and then turns around and fucks someone else.