Love comes in all shapes and sizes.
Mine comes in the shape of a boy, with a beautiful cherry like blush on his face (yes, pun intended!), ginger coloured hair, multiple tattoos, a guitar, a voice and a heart which owns my entire existence.
I refuse to believe that you being born in the month of love is a mere coincidence. I refuse to believe so because a man like you, Sheeran, has to be a child of nothing else but love and passion, everything that you and this month signifies.
The first time I heard your voice, was when teenage had hit its all time low. I heard your voice amidst of a heartbreak and trust me, I'm glad I did. Your voice, as soft as ever, sung melodies mixed with words about how you're gonna pick up the pieces and build a lego house, telling me that if things go wrong we can knock it down, giving me hope.
You promised to mend me, promised to keep me sheltered from the storm that's raging on.
And you have.
You'll never be just an artist to me. You'll be the only face that adorns the walls of my room, the only person whose words will be scribbled on the back of every notebook I'll ever own.
You are the lovechild, a human form of the kind of love you sing about, you write about. Ed, you're what hopes and dreams are made up of.
Happy birthday, Edward Christopher Sheeran. I'm so in love with you, and I intended to fall in love with you harder, with every song you'll ever sing.
I promise to keep your love in my heart, and not just in your photograph.
I promise to be a Sheerio, forever and always. <3
Please tag @teddysphotos in the post, guis! ❤
And sometimes they are meant to hurt you
Only to make you realize what you truly deserve🥀
Art credit~ Pinterest
Many will hurt you and it’s part of love and life
And no it isn’t fair but within that journey you start to understand that you deserve better. It’s through pain that we grow and Learn to love ourselves enough not settle for anything less than
What we deserve. .
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How to stop being too sensitive? How to stop being too sensitive that everything I hear and see seems fake? How to stop being too sensitive that I isolate myself bcos I don't what to be judged? That I end up spending most of my time alone bcos people come and go and they will just leave me anyway?
How to stop being mad? How to stop being mad because everything scares me? For saying things I don't mean bcos I need to explain myself and spend so much time apologizing? For listening to the demon's whispers inside my head? For degrading myself and thinking I'm never going to be enough? For insulting myself in front of a mirror?
How to stop being a hypocrite? How to stop being a hypocrite for giving advices to those who are suffering when I can't even do it myself? For telling someone to eat while I'm skipping meals? For telling someone to take a rest when I don't go to bed before 3am? For telling them to stop overthinking when I think about everything that's worst? For filling their minds with positive thoughts when I don't even want to wake up anymore the next day?
How to be the kind of person that will laugh things off? How to stop seeing the world in black and white, where one time everything's beautiful and bright and the next it's just darkness and never ending nights? How to stop spending my youth being a mediocre? How to stop pushing everyone away?
I know they say when you're young, it's impossible to have everything figured out. But why do I see everyone around me has something to hold on to already? And I'm just slipping away? I feel like I'm out of nowhere, I'm trapped and it's dark, scary and lonely. I'm lost and I don't have ecerything figured out, not even a thing. I honestly don't even know what I have.
When you’ve sought freedom
internally. You’ll feel the
glory of birds, flying across
the oceans and lands. Whilst,
getting a glimpse of the world
from a view that will
show you how unique you
really are as a creation of our Lord.
"How can I begin to tell you how much I miss you without using those three common words that can't even start to express the magnitude nor the depth of my emotions. How can I write in my own blood while wanting to revert its color. The color of blood is similar to "I miss you". It has been raped by writers and lovers constantly, ever since Cain and Abel. I want to be able to create a new alphabet that can simply stand in front of you without bowing. I want to use new metaphors that would erupt like volcanoes between the phrases of my readers' souls. Metaphors such as your absence is similar to eating salt straight from the shaker while thirst is devouring my tongue. Metaphors such as the lack of your presence is like being straddled behind the glass of my own senses." Malak El Halabi 💖
Снежинки умирают на моем теплом лице
И я чувствую себя охлаждённым мясом,
У любого начала есть что-то в конце
Даже если оно принадлежит лоботрясу.
К сожалению, мало кто хочет сильно вникать,
Думать о связке слов и мыслях другого,
Не давая мудрости в себя проникать
Как свету и тени в глаза слепому
Find your happiness in life. Follow your heart no matter what. Do things that makes your soul happy. Spend time with people who bring you joy. Discover yourself by trying new things. Don't live with regrets. The past is gone. The future will come. But the moment is here.