The joy of loving you (Far away)

تم نشرها الصورة الرمزية Rajna Removic , Student

الصورة الرمزية Student
Rajna Removic
عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦
  • 22 مشاركة
  • العمر 18

If people were feelings, you’d be shame. You that I love so much, you that reminds me of and brings me the warmth of love, you’d represent nothing but shame and disgust. I’d still love you, throughout your faults and wrongness, throughout all you are and shouldn’t be. I do love you because only with the thought of you I feel that I could love. Only when thinking of you I feel soft and weak, like a real human being that lives off happiness and hunts for love. If I’d be a feeling I’d be ambition-...


To empower (v.)

تم نشرها الصورة الرمزية Rajna Removic , Student

الصورة الرمزية Student
Rajna Removic
عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦
  • 22 مشاركة
  • العمر 18

Empowerment doesn’t come from the absence of fear, it comes from facing it head on. Dealing with one’s own demons, fears and insecurities comes easy- we know what to expect, we know what we are up to- but usually from being scared of others, we retreat and remain silent instead of speaking up. These days, when you let down people’s expectations, a harsh word and a grudge is the best response you could possibly receive to your new-found revolutionism. Law (or rather the absence of it) and violenc...


(Me)Confession

تم نشرها الصورة الرمزية Rajna Removic , Student

الصورة الرمزية Student
Rajna Removic
عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦
  • 22 مشاركة
  • العمر 18

Growing up, I haven’t really learned to be careful with my words. I found it hard to think before I speak, I was too passionate to calm my flames down, I was too impatient to ever pay attention to how and when I would word out my thoughts. Only when writing I would know where my heart stands, whether it was a person or a movement. I dance through my life and feel through the tip of my pen. I am emotionally disconnected, poisoned by cold, indifferent thoughts. I act and react based on my prime in...


2018

تم نشرها الصورة الرمزية Rajna Removic , Student

الصورة الرمزية Student
Rajna Removic
عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦
  • 22 مشاركة
  • العمر 18

Hey you, you who has survived through another battle,you who has been in and out of love,you who has been deluding herself,you who had discovered the map of your mind, you whose heart doesn’t suffer as much, you who knows herself well now, you who has found a little bit of peace, you who is dancing on streets and kissing the world hello-stillyou who had tried to belong everywhere, to everyone but never to yourself,you who finds it hard to love, you who loves unconditionally, madly, joyously,you...


We, our minds, and the wild things

تم نشرها الصورة الرمزية Rajna Removic , Student

الصورة الرمزية Student
Rajna Removic
عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦
  • 22 مشاركة
  • العمر 18

Oh, where all the wild things are, there rests my soul. Surely dancing among the thorns of heavily scented roses, surely waiting for her time to step into the real world. To live a little bit less in her head. Oh lord! I have just realized: I’ve spent most of my life closed-up in there! How beautifully limiting. Or limitless? Because one needs an open and understanding environment to be his own person and do his own things.Perhaps my mind has been the most appropriate environment so far. I do no...


Scattered on the verge of impossible

تم نشرها الصورة الرمزية Rajna Removic , Student

الصورة الرمزية Student
Rajna Removic
عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦
  • 22 مشاركة
  • العمر 18

What is the truth, my truth? And where do I find that language of my soul everyone seems to talk about?I spend a lot of time with myself, perhaps too much. Overthinking things is my favorite hobby; there’s nothing that gives me more pleasure and misery. I try really hard to be inexplicably complicated, incomprehensible to others, to myself. I do my best to induce obstacles, doubts, complications, and delusions. You might call me a master at it.There is no real reason why I do it, I simply prefer...


How much am I worth?

تم نشرها الصورة الرمزية Rajna Removic , Student

الصورة الرمزية Student
Rajna Removic
عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦
  • 22 مشاركة
  • العمر 18

Am I not enough for you? Because of my age? Because of the lack of my skin showing?Am I not good enough for you in my simple, plain form? With my loose, casual hair and my oversized sweatpants? Laughing at some little things, watching cartoons, craving for snacks and sweets and cakes?Am I too out spoken for you? Do my words bother you? Do you find my restless, rebelious spirit irritating and annoying? Do you want me to shut up, like all the other girls usually do? Do you want me to care just abo...


Empowering us

تم نشرها الصورة الرمزية Rajna Removic , Student

الصورة الرمزية Student
Rajna Removic
عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦
  • 22 مشاركة
  • العمر 18

A woman should and is supposed to stay at home, he said.Her job should be taking care of the kids and the house, while her husband is at work providing for them, he said.What a sexist, I thought.What an uneducated, clueless man. Maybe I am only 17, and I haven’t even finished college yet, and I do stupid things in life because I’m young and reckless, but it’s rather him than me who is completely inappropriate and uncultivated.What is the difference between a man and a woman? They both have a chi...


My sweet child...

تم نشرها الصورة الرمزية Rajna Removic , Student

الصورة الرمزية Student
Rajna Removic
عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦
  • 22 مشاركة
  • العمر 18

Oh sweet child!The fear in your innocent eyes, the trembling of your tiny hands, the salty tears wetting your face should not be your ‘good night’. The pain you feel through your bruised, little body should have never been implanted on you. Parents represent our world, they are our biggest support and comfort in life. But that comfort does not come in a form of a fist. A hand raised over your scared face, a punch to your body, insults and curses.No child deserves this cruel treatment. You don’t...


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    عضو منذ ٨ أكتوبر، ٢٠١٦


    العمر 18 • 22 مشاركة