Kailana Deme

Sadness comes without warning, silent. Longing is an emptiness that asks for nothing, it just remains. And I stay here, lost between what was and what will never return.

“𝗗o you remember?Our love in November?That shit was so realBut there's patches on my fingers that won't healThere's patches on my fingers that won't feelWhy'd you have to fucking disappear?Why'd you have to fucking disappear?” 🎶𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗘 - 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥.

It’s cruel to have to carry the world with strength…when the fiercest chaos lives silently inside us.

𝐒onharás uns amores de romance, quase impossíveis?Pensarás que a vida é um campo florido, onde só se colhem flores?Acreditarás nos homens como criaturas perfeitas?Julgarás que o amor é eterno, puro, sem mescla de egoísmo e vaidade?Suporás que a virtude é sempre recompensada,que a justiça impera na terra e que o bem vence o mal?Despertarás um dia desses sonhos todos.E então...Sentirás o coração oprimido, os olhos cheios de lágrimas,a alma com frio.Verás que não há homens perfeitos,que os amores são transitórios,que o mundo é egoísta,que os bons sofrem e os maus triunfam.Então, murchar-se-á tua alma como flor sem orvalho.Mas se fores forte,reagirás.Olharás para trás e verás a criança sonhadora,sorrirás com piedade,e seguirás com os pés na terra e os olhos no céu.— 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀. 📜❤️🩹

People are so fleeting. I hate that!

Sim!

I don’t explain everything. Some things you just feel.You’ll find me in long voice notes, in the scent that lingers, or in the song you keep playing without knowing why.

“People don’t see me, Rika,” I confide. “I only exist except as a reflection of him.”She tilts her head up a little, her eyes still closed.“That’s not true,” she mumbles sleepily.“You’re always the first person I notice in a room.”— Corrupt by Penelope Douglas

She was the kind of beauty that couldn’t be explained — only felt.Eyes that held storms, lips that had tasted chaos.She lived between extremes — too beautiful to die, too intense to exist in silence.Loving her was like dancing on the edge of the abyss: dangerous, hypnotic, inevitable.And even when she left, she left traces... as if the world could never be the same again.