The fate of love keeps my wait warm, knowing that I will find you, love you, and show this world that deep within me, there was always love waiting to break free.
The birth of Christ
the rebirth of our hope
the rebirth of our endurance
the rebirth of a peacefull world
if only
atleast we do as
He told us to do
A merry Christmas to all of us
Alive.
That distance might be a protective barrier, built up over time because things felt too overwhelming, too painful, or too complicated.
Maybe if they try noticing the little things—the way the air feels when they step outside or how the light looks through a window. These moments can help your friend reconnect with how they feel without needing to rush. It’s not about forcing yourself to 'fit in' or ‘be normal.’ It’s about acknowledging yourself and giving yourself permission to gradually re-enter the world at your own pace, without judgment.
hope this is okay
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guys
what does it mean if you hurt someone
and
you don’t feel anything
…
asking for a friend
…
replies were restricted so i kind of reblogged in order to reply, am kinda attached to it in someway..
It's positive that your friend recognizes that they don't feel the sorrow of others. It can be tough to acknowledge that, but it's also a step toward understanding why that happens. Sometimes, we might become disconnected from our emotions or the emotions of others due to various reasons, like past experiences or self-preservation. It’s important to be aware of that so we can work on becoming more in tune with others’ feelings. If your friend is open to it, maybe they could explore what’s causing that emotional distance and whether it’s something they'd like to work on
guys
what does it mean if you hurt someone
and
you don’t feel anything
…
asking for a friend
…
I don’t doubt, sometimes, that I may not make it, among the chosen ones, the steadfast, the unwavering, the ones who stood firm against sin.
But still, I try. And my trying will only cease the day He has fated my end. Perhaps by then, I will have earned my passage to the joys and everlastings of His promise.
I still hope. I still see the possibility. I still long to be part of that eventuality, in the land where milk and honey flow.
All the romance. All the dreams. All the love. we thought to give but never did, at some point fades away and we are left to settle with anything that works. In the end its only what we never wanted to become, to have, to reflect that we cheer with.
Now move, mate !, what has happened has happened to a twillion of them then and it will happen to a zillion of them in time to come.
Endeavor to live your life as your heart wishes to.
The problem was perhaps that I existed, and you existed. We could not overlook each other, yet all we ever offered one another was pain and bitter memories.
You have hidden long enough, isn’t time to spill yourself ? Maybe to showcase the little you think you have. It might be huge. It might catch you by surprise. It might conquer us all.