I may appear unbothered, but I’m more sensitive than I show. I carry my emotions quietly. Just because I didn’t show the hurt, doesn’t mean the pain wasn’t there. I chose calm to avoid unnecessary drama. My silence was not ignorance, and my humility wasn’t consent to be treated unfairly. I noticed the unfairness, but I bit my tongue to protect my own peace. Not asking for much never meant I expected or deserved less...

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A well-balanced life is not one of the extremes... it is the dance between intellectual stimulation, emotional freedom and a quite foundation of stability....

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De druk van religie
Creëert demonen van depressie

Professor Snert
Fictieve personage uit het boek " Hoor me"

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Even I, who walked with purity in every step, was questioned in such a way, that Mother Earth had to open and take me away. If this world could doubt me, an incarnation of the divine femininity, what mercy will the world show you?

My daughters, do not carry shame that was never yours to bear...

...Said Sita with a 💔
-SRP

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Crumbling Rationality

The walls once built with reasonings stone
Now crack where shadows creep alone...
Thoughts flicker like a candle's fragile flame...
Each logic thread... now seems no longer to be tame

A quiet ache hums through the silent air
My mind succumbs to temptation in despair
Sanity wavers, drunk on doubt,
While inner screams no longer shout

I used to know what righteousness meant,
But now each word feels slightly bent
It’s a fight I don’t seem to win,
A slipping truth beneath my skin
What once held me firm, begins to fade
Thoughts are torn and frayed

The scale of good and evil became a haunted sanctuary,
Where virtue rots in silence and sin sings like a canary...

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The Cost of Growing Up

Seasons passed, like echoes lost,
Where we once chased our dreams, now we count the living-cost.

Stumbling and struggling, we had to survive at last,
No time for grudges, for we had to move fast.

Loose hair became a bun, knotting away pain and plea,
We tangled ourselves more and more, in a rush to be free.

Time moved on, we grew older, perhaps wise,
Yet still, it’s not the life we once dreamed with our little eyes.

Yes, we’ve weathered the years, but still feel the ache,
For the dreams we lost, for the promises we couldn’t make.

In the silent corner of the corridor,
Moonlight softly sighed, for what once fiercely roared

Somehow, colder we became,
And the longing for our dreams, kept hoping in vain

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A cage may lock, a fist may bruise...
Where fools use force, the wise tricks and confuse 🙃

- Anansi 🕸🕷

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Medusa’s Daughters'
There they stood, frozen by the unjust
Beaten by scourge of lust
Unjustly blamed and cursed, though they were not wrong,
While the monsters were standing there in pride all along
In courts where truth was sold for gold,
Medusa’s daughters were muted
Their voices silenced, their stories went cold.
And demons were saluted
Justice slept while power smiled,
The guilty walked free, the innocent … cold-bloodedly defiled
Serpents crowned on their traumatized heads,
Not of anger, but for hope that killed.
No-one came to slay the filthy vultures,
For they wore robes and sat in peace,
Hiding within the hollow cultures
Knowing that with power in their hand, they will feast with ease
In silence, they heard those horrifying laughs,
Echoing like ghosts, mocking their shattered paths
Thinking they’d robbed them of dignity with their filthy howls,
Those monsters broke delicate bodies and wounded their souls
But little did they know, deep in the fight,
The daughters of Medusa found strength in their sight
For even if demons rose high in the skies,
The power within these strong daughters ignites and defies

— Calliloupe

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May the colors of Holi brighten our soul and fill our hearts with love, our life with joy, and our dreams with hope

Subh Holi
❤💖🧡💛💚💙


From Shesh. 🌸

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You can follow all the religious norms.
Pray, fast, attend services.
But remember, while you’re busy gossiping, spreading poison, tainting and judging others, the Same Lord you’re trying to please, is also watching your double standards.

Funny how we often forget that part...

Remember: The Lord is Almighty. And never too busy to notice hypocrisy. God’s love is beyond measure, but His wrath? Well, that’s something you might want to avoid...

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