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Hey.
For what it's worth, I hope life isn't too hard on you. And I hope that if it has been, or is now, that you find the strength and support you need to build a life that you are pleased to live.
I haven't done anything to earn the title of friend with you, but for all the time I have followed your tumblr, I've always considered you a very wise, intelligent, kindhearted person, who is also an amazing writer. I wish I could express what's inside of me as elegantly as you seem to.
Whatever reasons you may have, or be able to find, I hope that you continue the good fight - building a life that ultimately, one day, you'll consider a life worth living, and maybe even a life well-lived (all things considered).
In my humble opinion, (built on what I've read from people who have thought about this a lot more than I have) if you can find anything in this world that provides you some level of happiness - even if it's the smallest sliver - you ought to hunt it down, clutch it tight, and build it into your daily routine as much as humanly possible. At the end of it all, nothing short of surviving is more worth the effort.
Wishing you all the best in life, and in happiness,
Welkin
Dear Welkin,
I hope you know that this message means the world to me, I come back so often and look at it, I think about it on my bad days,
Thank you so much for taking time out of your day and telling me how you feel❤️
I have started feeling better, much better, I am physically and mentally recovering from whatever I have done to myself till now, and no matter how late I am on this journey, I'm glad to be here.
You do not have to earn anything, you are my friend now. Period.
Only a friend would think so beautifully and take their time to let me know how they feel, or how much they wish that hope finds me,
With much love,
Your new friend,
gazergirl
Draw me a monster
Draw me a monster. The most scary one. Now tell me why it's a monster.
Was the nose too big?
Was it always angry?
Did it not smile enough?
Did it not like you?
Was it a crybaby?
Did it lie?
Did it break your heart?
Did it teach you hate?
Does it not talk to you?
Does it have dark circles?
Does it stomp on your favourite plant?
Are it's teeth too big?
Does it eat different things?
Does it not love you the way you need?
1. I am not my sun.
2. I have not sang to myself in weeks.
3. I worry about my relationships.
4. I worry that I have tricked people.
5. I worry that life is going by too fast.
6. I forgot to water my plant.
7. I stop calling people.
8. I stop picking up calls.
9. I decide that life needs courage and I am a coward.
10. I realise that being human means I have to get myself up and go through the day.
11. I worry about my rewards but forget my hard work.
12. I don't believe in myself anymore.
thesilentgazer reblogged
Surviving a breakup (a list)
1. Your heart will still break for the next six months seventeen days and five hours when you think about them again.
2. You will change songs frequently and learn for find a new rhythm and make better memories.
3. You will find a new love in old friendships.
4. You will look at the the rain outside and feel the droplets smash against the soil with your pain.
5. You will pick up the memories that you don't want, letter by letter, picture by picture and store them in a box in the shelf.
6. You will open that box in five years and understand how far you've come.
7. You will learn that each love you wanted, is not each love you needed but that doesn't make it any less important in your life.
8. People are not evil. They just stop loving you one day and you accept it. Then you find new people.
9. You will start watching movies again and this time you won't cry when the couple end up together. Instead you'll laugh at how fake the actions scenes are, with your best friend and popcorn.
10. You will find yourself smiling at a bad pickup learn from a good person.
11. You will never read this list again.
we're back to needing this again, but this time, like every time, it will heart, you will break and then you will glue yourself back together again and find strength you didn't know you had and you will be okay again
@shortqueershakespeare may your heart learn to trust again, may the days seem brighter to you, may you look at love and think of yourself 💕
I came back home after seven months and my mother could not believe how much I had changed. How do I tell her, that I have finally learnt to treat myself right without telling her who made it happen?
Anger is powerful. That is why you ask it to hide. Anger is grief's sister. She is mad, absolutely livid, that you try to hurt her. Anger is the father of sadness. He cannot believe that something like this could happen to his son. Anger is the neighbour of consequences, you cannot avoid it for long. Anger is your mother when she has had enough of the world. Anger is your blood and bones, and how long will you hide it away, when it has made a home there.
-gazergirl
Also here to rant : i love life again and i found someone who loves me more 🙈🙈🙈❤️
thesilentgazer reblogged
Coming back on Tumblr is coming home after a long weekend trip and you know no one is home but you still feel happy to be back because there have been so many good memories here. I think I'll stay for a while <3
I'll be back to name poems in a while, if any of you want to request more, feel free to hmu in the ask box
Coming back on Tumblr is coming home after a long weekend trip and you know no one is home but you still feel happy to be back because there have been so many good memories here. I think I'll stay for a while <3
Thinking about home is like. I don't think about you much. I think about you all the time. I'm so glad I'm out of there. I wish I could be there right now. I don't call enough. This is why I don't call. I have your picture on my desk. I don't want you on my mind. Today I saw someone who looked like you. Your memories are on my tshirts and bracelets and all the food you send from home. I wish I was born somewhere else. You are the reason I hate love and the reason I compare it with all the other affection I will ever recieve.
I hate using the term "more than friends" so much. That implies friendship is less than that. How can it be? My friends have stayed up with me on more days than I will ever learn to count. My friends have let me be quiet without questioning it. My friends have screamed with me when I was angry enough to cry out loud. My friends have hugged me on days when my body was too heavy to carry. My friends have kissed my forehead when the thoughts inside were hot enough to burn. My friends have just, been there, in the best way possible. They are not less than love I will ever find. Never.
-gazergirl // why I am in love with friendship
A conversation that never stops.
A candle that always burns.
A laughter that always echoes.
A person that you don't own.
A memory that doesn't fade.
A light that is always bright.
A smile that is wide enough to open your heart.
A date that is unplanned.
A friendship that never forgets.
- gazergirl // things that are always worth it #1
thesilentgazer reblogged
Time was never meant to be linear. You'll fall in love with them first and remember them later. You will listen to new music first and make memories later. You will leave someone and then realize what they meant to you. You will cry and understand what happened before. You will want to dance first and understand the steps later. You will read books and know what the words wanted to tell you, later. You will see a storm coming and realise you caused it, later. You will miss things before they go. You will know you are important but love yourself much much later. Your dreams will scare you before your nightmares. Time was never meant to be linear and neither was your life.
-gazergirl
💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌 You seem like a very wholesome, insightful, and caring person 💜 Please keep being your awesome self 🌌
YOU'RE AMAZING AND ALWAYS THERE, i appreciate you💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
✨🧡SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING. ✨🧡
As always a certain dragon cheers me up💙💙💙💙
Living is heavy. You will drift apart from someone you swore would be the love of your life. Messages will be unsent. Letters unread. Photographs hidden in books closed. Songs bring back memories. Places become funerals. I hope it's worth it. I hope it's worth it. I hope this heaviness is worth it.
-gazergirl