@bbwmama: The night we met - Lord Huron #thenightwemet #lordhuron #lyrics #fyp

Hafsaaaaa 🪫 :

Take me ……!

S I S K A :

Can I talk about it? I'm tired, really tired of everything. Tired of pretending to smile, even though my heart is already broken. Tired of being strong, even though I want to give up. Tired of always being someone's shoulder to lean on, but when I need them, everything disappears. I'm tired of understanding others, but I'm never truly understood. I'm tired of always giving in, as if I don't have any feelings of tiredness. Tired of listening to patience from people who don't know anything about what I'm enduring. Tired of the same routine, every day but everything is the same, empty. Tired of people's expectations. They always ask me to be the best version of myself, even though I've already lost my true self. Tired of finding reasons to hold on, even though everything is getting harder. I just want to be quiet, far away from everything. Sometimes I think, maybe I just need time. Or maybe I just need to be understood. Not advised, not blamed, just given space to feel. When it comes to that, who really cares? In the end, I'm alone again. Fighting alone, crying alone, healing alone. And even though I'm tired, I know tomorrow I'll wake up again. Even stronger. Because the world doesn't care how tired I am.

✿pinkiiess🌷 :

TAKE ME BACK TO THE NIGHT WE MET 💔

el :

Take me back to high school where I was only worried about grades.

æza :

Maybe... I can live that dream.

user85426808320395 :

en otra vida si me amaron de verdad y fui importante para alguien😔💔

eddy🍕 :

hoy es de esos dias donde solo la tenia a ella, pero ya no

🅱️an tubeless :

ini lagu ada orangnya bjirrr

Carrasco🇵🇦 :

"Fuimos un cuento corto que leeré mil veces."

thiss_126 :

Essa música sempre vai me perseguir, não é possível 😭

EMI🧃 :

La noche en la q nos conocimos nunca lo olvidaré:

matt🧿. :

"En otra vida si fui el amor de alguien"🥲🫠

Divine Kuete :

Quelqu’un m’a dit un jour que je ne suis pas le genre de personne qu’on aime 🙂💔

wy.albino :

Estávamos brigado o dia todo, mas ao chegar a noite qnd estávamos dormindo, fomos nos aproximando… então nos abraçamos, ela chorando e eu tbm, falei o medo que tinha de perdê-la, então acordei de manha cedinho e fui trabalhar feliz. No caminho até o trabalho escutava esssa música. Faz 5 meses que terminamos, trabalhamos no mesmo emprego, vejo todos os dias, mas fingimos ser estranhos um pro outro, sempre que toca essa música lembro daquela manhã😔

Kêviin :

Haise. :

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m not enough. I don’t even know why, but it’s like no matter what I do, it never feels right or complete. I get so hard on myself over the smallest things, and I hate how sensitive I’ve become. It’s exhausting having to deal with your own thoughts every day, like your mind just won’t give you a break. There’s this heavy feeling in my chest that I can’t really explain. It’s like everything is piling up, but I don’t even know where it’s coming from. I try to understand it, I try to put it into words, but nothing comes out the way I want it to. So I just keep it to myself most of the time. I know I’m trying, I really am. But sometimes it feels like trying isn’t enough, and that’s the part that hurts the most. I wish I wasn’t this sensitive. I wish things didn’t affect me this much. But this is how I feel right now, and I just needed to let it out somewhere, even if it doesn’t fully make sense.

Ester Naili :

a música que aparece pra mim no final de um domingo.

🪽 :

in another life