by Krkič April 27, 2019
by Krkič June 11, 2019
by Krkič April 22, 2019
"You know, here was a good place to start. expressing trauma fears worries insecurities. hopes faiths dreams plans love and desire. good to start. I think we are good to go now, fit to grow. tscrhh ♡"
by Krkič April 16, 2022
he undressed in front of her while insecurely asking "boo or bae, baby?"
she wore a leather mini skirt to the funeral and asked him "boo or bae?"
she wore a leather mini skirt to the funeral and asked him "boo or bae?"
by Krkič August 24, 2019
being sad to close a chapter
but also happy to open a new one
its what happens sometimes in life
and so many have gone through this before me
its manageable achievable desirable
but also happy to open a new one
its what happens sometimes in life
and so many have gone through this before me
its manageable achievable desirable
I cannot think of anything making me happier
and i am aware that there is no guarantee for a result as in 1+1=2
but i like to think there is
🖤
and i am aware that there is no guarantee for a result as in 1+1=2
but i like to think there is
🖤
by Krkič April 03, 2019
so im sat in wide space, sat to create something out of nothing, bring it into a world thats shared, and i know there lies my biggest fear, almost undescribable, and im struggling to identify this fear, im older now and things become patterns, routines, so how do i know i do or don't do things because i fear or my experience tells me to leave it untouched (because i see no gain from it or its simply a "bad" idea)
i long to conquer what holds me back, i havent even begun to bite out a fat chunk of whats on the other side,
I mean is it essentially fear of failure, that would ring an old bell, like when dad used to put me down (im sure he wasnt aware of what he was doing and i am old enough to kick these memories away but im not pro enough to detect where these wounds are hiding, like if they are embedded in some of my favourite routines, in my sophisticated repertoire of poor excuses.
i long to conquer what holds me back, i havent even begun to bite out a fat chunk of whats on the other side,
I mean is it essentially fear of failure, that would ring an old bell, like when dad used to put me down (im sure he wasnt aware of what he was doing and i am old enough to kick these memories away but im not pro enough to detect where these wounds are hiding, like if they are embedded in some of my favourite routines, in my sophisticated repertoire of poor excuses.
so i let this be my next study. fear and where it may hide, the sniper on the roof top who views the scenery through the long shot. Its the only thing that can hold me back. the only thing capable of stealing my life, robbing me of everything i deserve.
by Krkič December 05, 2019