Looking back, the simple, pure innocence of animals has been the most consistent and reliable source of truth in my life. It is the spring from which all my most intense feelings flow—my truest smiles and deepest laughter, my tears of joy, and my soft, aching sorrows. In their presence, I've found a love and a connection that has never failed me.
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25 OCT AT 16:24
22 OCT AT 20:09
She’s going to be happy again — the same old her, but stronger this time.
The one who once let pain consume her is now learning to smile at life again. She’s finding beauty in the little things, laughter in new places, and peace in her own company. The world feels different now — not because it has changed, but because she finally has.
She won’t let anyone’s words or actions shake her spirit anymore. She knows her worth too well to be anyone’s second choice or temporary comfort. And she’s done fighting alone to keep people who never tried to stay.
From now on, she walks forward — not in search of love, but in celebration of her own.-
7 OCT AT 1:05
When the world grows silent,
and the day folds into night,
one message always finds me—
soft, familiar, bright.
A “goodnight” wrapped in kisses,
those tiny hearts that glow,
like the ones she’d plant on my cheeks
before I learned to go.
Distance never dimmed her way
of loving through the screen,
each emoji, a warm reminder
of all the times she’d been.
And then I realise, quietly—
it’s always her who waits,
who never forgets to listen,
whose love never hesitates.
No matter how far I wander,
or how much I’ve grown through years,
she’s still the one who misses me—
through messages, smiles, and tears.-
2 OCT AT 16:56
When we linger in a place, it is the people who weave its magic into our hearts. But when we pass through only for a fleeting while, it is the place itself that leaves its imprint on our soul.
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26 SEP AT 19:35
Emotional disconnection is not sudden—it seeps in through wounds of misunderstandings, deepened by the haunting ache of promises forever postponed.
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23 SEP AT 19:58
This singular devotion, she now knows, was never a gift—it was a curse. Had she only allowed herself to be loved by the multitude, to accept the affection of every soul who offered it, she wouldn't be perpetually shattered by one. It was a brutal lesson, learning that being a priority to one person is not a promise in this world, and she paid for that naiveté with every piece of herself.
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23 SEP AT 18:49
I’ll be your refuge, a harbor in the storm,
Gather your shattered pieces and keep them warm.
I’ll cradle your silence, give your spirit rest,
But it is your absence that pierces my chest.
I’ll be your haven, I’ll bear your scars—
But your absence cuts deeper than all my wars.
I hunger for your nearness, a hollow that won’t break,
A wound that bleeds only for your sake.-
23 SEP AT 14:00
We spare them every burden, wishing only their joy, yet all they do is push us into distance. We pray for their well-being, and in return they carve into us the cruelest truth — that in their world, we were nothing, not even a shadow worth remembering.
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23 SEP AT 13:45
We spare them every burden, wishing only their joy, yet all they do is push us into distance. We pray for their well-being, and in return they carve into us the cruelest truth — that in their world, we were nothing, not even a shadow worth remembering.
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20 SEP AT 22:37
Sometimes you wait, not with patience but with fire, for the moment to strike so fierce that it shatters them, leaving them unable to remember who they once were.
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