11 Reflective, people-y quotes that will make you rethink humanity
It took me years of betrayals and lessons to finally realize that not all people are humans in their very existence.
The ones who scream that the house is burning
The ones who scream that the house is burning are called mad, while the ones who set it on fire sit on thrones built of ash.
Numbness is not what the living are meant for
Nerves are designed to respond, to fire when struck with pain—not to remain dormant. So, the next time someone mocks you for being sensitive or hypersensitive,
I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry
How many times must I apologize for simply existing? Somewhere along the way, I learned that my presence was something to be excused. That my voice was something to be softened. That my feelings were something to be hidden beneath layers of “I’m sorry”—as if breathing too loudly was a crime, as if needing space […]
People were never my need — platonic love
People were never my need. Perspectives were. Hearts were. Souls were. People beyond people were. I always enjoyed people I could unapologetically be my true self with. I always had a desire for someone to be safe being human with. I always had the search going on for personalities that were not only intellectually but […]
A society that does not think for itself is dead
A society that does not think for itself is already dead. But what is worse than death? A corpse that still pretends to breathe.
I think that’s the problem that I live to the extremes
I think that’s the problem. Either I love too much or not at all. Either I enjoy your company or feel disgusted by every moment. I live to the extremes. I think that’s the problem. Either I dream too much or not at all. Either I crave the silence or drown in the noise. Either […]
If I am visible, why don’t they see me?
If I am visible, why do they treat me like a ghost? And if I am invisible, then why does this mirror reflect the light scattered by my silhouette? Even a mirror acknowledges my presence but people won’t. — Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent Read, I am a black butterfly poem, here.
The anglerfish that chose light over darkness — sciopoetica
I wasn’t a terrifying monster—until life pressed me into its darkness and made me one. Perhaps that’s how the universe shapes its creations—under pressure.
Should we melt into stars — quantumly entangled
Should we,Should we,Should we,Should,Should,We— Die together? Should weMelt into stars?Should weBecome poems?Should weBreak into constellations?Should weFold into forever?Should weLet time blur our names? Should weTangle in the spaces between?Should weBe the hush before dawn? Should weForget where you end, where I begin?Should weBe nothing—And everything—All at once? Should weDefy quantum physics?By going beyond bodies,By merging […]