I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
Tahereh MafiStichwörter: love kiss metaphor need beautiful couples ya
My life is four walls of missed opportunities poured in concrete molds.
Tahereh MafiStichwörter: omg-amazing
Someone picked up the sun and pinned it to the sky again, but every day it hangs a little lower than the day before. It's like a negligent parent who only knows one half of who you are. It never sees how its absence changes people. How different we are in the dark.
Tahereh MafiStichwörter: omg-amazing
I only know now that the scientists are wrong.
The world is flat.
I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I've been trying to hold on for 17 years. I've been trying to climb back up for 17 years but it's nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.
Stichwörter: omg-amazing
I am nothing but novocaine. I am numb, a world of nothing, all feeling and emotion gone forever.
I am a whisper that never was.
Stichwörter: omg-amazing
I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
Stichwörter: reading books power-of-words
Hope is a pocket of possibility.
I'm holding it in my hand.
Stichwörter: omg-amazing
Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears and telling me that today and tomorrow and two days from now I will be just fine and I'm so delirious I actually dare to believe it.
Tahereh MafiStichwörter: omg-amazing
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
Tahereh MafiStichwörter: love compassion empathy loneliness
Killing time isn't as difficult as it sounds.
I can shoot a hundred numbers through the chest and watch them bleed decimal points in the palm of my hand. I can rip the numbers off a clock and watch the hour hand tick tick tick its final tock just before I fall asleep. I can suffocate seconds just by holding my breath. I've been murdering minutes for hours and no one seems to mind.
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