histórias de 2amthoughts

𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 2𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨. ᵛᵉʳʸ🇷 🇦 🇳 🇩 🇴 🇲 

The words you couldn't say. The thoughts of a broken girl.

just some random shit i right about shit :))

'no wonder he didn't love me, im a mess of a person; a monster under human flesh.' *lowercase intended*

❝is incarcerating me setting you free?❞ © aluminates || trigger warning: some content may be potentially harmful to readers as it explores mature themes. reader discretion advised || [completed] STARTED: 31 MAY, 2017. COMPLETED: 27 JULY, 2017. highest rank: #12 in poetry. lowercase intended.

Just random story ideas I have. Book of random ideas I have a 2 in the morning!

My thoughts and poems...... You can quote them but please give me ownership

Bunch of random poetry I write

Poetry. Simplicity. Gracefulness. Ethereal. Feelings. Happiness. Alive. Such beautiful words, in which i would like to dedicate my time, to write paragraphs of words to make me feel the way I feel when I read them. or simply late night thoughts/ usual thoughts from a 17 year old

For the tired minds always racing, craving for comfort and understanding. I made poems of my thoughts at 2 a.m. I hope this accompanies your restless minds. Poems in series form!

I like to vent in my notes on my phone so here's just a complication of all my "2 am thoughts"that I've written down might get a little too deep sometimes ✨

just my own thoughts and feelings. thats all.

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Something from the heart : : poems you write in your notes at 3 am

They say why your poetry is always so dark ,well she smiles and say, " I always write it as if it's my last. "

Poetry, sayings, and quotes I have personally written. Everyday life is complicated and confusing but I try and find beauty in that too.

Want a personal look into my life? Stay tuned😉

She was a insomniac. Could never sleep. Always lie awake in her bed as she thinks. Crazy thoughts, beautiful yet awful, ran through her 17 year old head.

Nights like these didn't come very often to her, but when they did, the deep gloom ate her soul as she slowly found herself engulfed by misery. The lightly lit room she was in was an accurate reflection of her own self. Even when everything about it screamed wrong, it seemed quite, peaceful and calm, thickened with absolute deafening, roaring silence. Just like she was.