Sometimes you need a medium to scream your thoughts. My tumblr blog speaks the words I cannot produce.
Welcome, you are now entering my world. Enjoy.
XOXO, N.M.
not a single time did he ask if i was okay, or did anything to ensure i was safe— knowing that i had a psychotic meltdown.
i had to ASK for him to care while i stood in front of the steep flight of escalators, almost letting my intrusive thoughts win. all he said in response? he wasn’t like my friends.
that tells me everything i need to know.
im gonna make myself comfortable then swallow up 5 months worth. cukup kut to OD?
this is my farewell to the world, not like anyone’s gonna know. goodbye.
hate that you made me cry again.
i’m so tired of living in constant turmoil, ya allah. please have someone be my peace in moments like this when it truly matters. please.
honestly i fucking hate this shit. things would’ve been so much easier if i didn’t fucking exist and i wished a car would just hit me.
i’m so fucking tired of putting everyone’s needs above my own. i wished someone would take care of me for once.
tired of all these horrible dreams ive been getting
im really sad.
i wished my life was easier. not the nonstop punches it throws.. like cut me some slack please. i’m really tired. i’m suffocating. the very least, please give me a safe haven.. please.. god.
may allah ease. may allah shower His blessings upon me and my loved ones. may allah murahkan rezeki and may allah guide me stronger to Him. to remind me that in the thick of it all, the point of this life is to submit to Him.
thank you for the life you have given me.
Having a kind, righteous, just, sincere and selfless heart for the sake of Allah is what makes you a rare precious diamond. Whether you're a women or man. May Allah makes us amongst them.
may allah grant me someone just the same, if not more. please.
Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; “Rifqa”
[Text ID: “I cried—not for the house / but for the memories I could have had inside it.”]
