untouchable place!

i wanna run away from you and fall in your arms, i like you but i’m a creep, you just don’t know it yet, i don’t want you to see it, i would keep myself perfect in your head, at least when i’m totally fucked up, i’d still be perfect somewhere, even if it’s untouchable place, in you.

what scares a superhero?

‪it’s frustrating thinking about my body limits, pain wouldn’t matter to me if my body will get healed sooner, but unfortunately at some higher cases it doesn’t, you either lose part of you or it deforms you in a way or another.‬

else i wouldn’t be scared to fall if i have forever to climb back, if i will always be young and beautiful to live another good day, even if after a million years of trying and failing.

those are my deepest fears!

closeenoughtomadness

the flying spaghetti monster was accused to be unreal and his book was accused to be written by a human, but his followers claim that his book is great because it’s friendly with human nature, geniuses! it can’t be written by a human if it’s so human!! there must be a flying spaghetti monster that knows us so much. forkeluja

thanks, motherforker

i hate the flying spaghetti monster for everything that is happening to me, i’m not a good person or bad person, i’m not anything, i don’t know what i should do to be happy, i try hard or less, i be good and bad, i do everything and the opposite, i even believe and disbelieve in the flying spaghetti monster and everything, i do yoga and meditate or hate myself and suck the negative energy like a beast, i smoke or have a healthy lifestyle, nothing works, in the end of the day i feel sad and lonely, i don’t care to be a good person or bad person if i could only be happy and have a beautiful life and close likeminded friends, i need crime partners, right now i would end my life to kill the pain but i won’t, hope is the worst thing in the world, it keeps you awake to take more than you can stand, rocks hitting your face, one after one, and you’re just standing there trying until the last piece of you falls and there’s nothing left, those talks and all that helping methods, it doesn’t help, nothing helps and i couldn’t help myself, “now what?” i stand infront of the mirror and ask.

sad people prayer

‪good creation! i’m proud of you as much as i feel suicidal, you’re awesome, no one is enjoying this mess but you and the worst of your creatures, but the rest of us, we feel bad about our everything, we wake up everyday wishing if we didn’t exist, envying those who had a better luck, hope our struggles are entertaining you but if not, sorry, that’s what you gave us.

ه

أبدو مثلكم ولست منكم وأشعر بالإهانة تجاه ذلك، قد أبدو لكم كشخص مجنون منفصل عن الواقع، شخص يحاول التميز، وأنا على عكس ذلك، أنا مؤمن بكل شيء، ومميز منذ البداية أبحث عن من يشبهني، قد أكون لا أحسن التصرف، ولكني على علم بذلك، إنها فقط الرغبة في العيش بنمط ما وعدم تقبلي للعيش مع خنزير، عدم تقبلي للإختلاط بأعدائي بدون أن أحاربهم، أتذكر حين كنت بلا إسم او وجه، أمضي في الحروب كالدخان، ساحبا معي الارواح، كنت ساحر الأذان والعيون، في فتنتي حياه، كيف انتهى بي الامر هكذا؟ بجانب خنزير أحاول الحفاظ على ما تبقى مني، ابحث عن طريقة للهرب حتى أعود، أبحث كل يوم بدون جدوى، أريد أن أقول إن لا يمكن لهذه الفوضى أن تكون نهايتي، ولكن أي شيء قد يكون.