Daydreaming About Stuff That's Probably Never Going To Happen Is My Favourite Hobby.

I just hope that no matter how many times this world tries to harden me and turn me into a cold person, I hope I remain soft. May I still be full of love. May I still be soft and sees hope in everything. And to never become something that once broke me

there's so much joy in living a private life. looking really good and not posting it, going to a new city and not telling anyone, getting a fancy dinner by yourself dressed up.... like it just feels like life.. i feel alive and less preformative

Ever get the sudden urge to disappear under mysterious circumstances ??

My favourite loser is me when I start writing for somebody who’ll never feel the same. It’s the quiet kind of heartbreak—falling for someone in silence, pouring all this love into words they’ll never read. I romanticize every little thing they do, hold on to every conversation like it meant something, even if it was just small talk to them. I write like they’re the last soft thing left in the world, even when I know I’m just a passing thought. It hurts, carrying so many unspoken feelings, pretending it’s just admiration when it’s actually aching. But I keep doing it—because even if they don’t see me, at least I can say I felt something real.

When the pain becomes too much to explain. When we’ve done everything we could, and still watched it all fall apart, we tell ourselves it was fate. Bcuz sometimes, no matter how hard we try, things don’t work out. People leave. Dreams break. Plans fall through. And we sit with the pieces, wondering if it was ever in our hands to begin with. We call it Naseeb—not because we’re weak, but because we’re human. Letting go and believing it was meant to be… sometimes that’s the only way to choose peace over endless questions.

When things fall apart and we’re too tired to try again, we call it fate.

It’s easier that way—blaming the stars instead of facing how much we’ve lost, or how much we couldn’t fix. Sometimes we gave everything and still ended up with nothing. So we tell ourselves it wasn’t meant to be. And in the silence that follows, we live with all the “what ifs” we’ll never get answers to.

Whatever our souls are made of her and mine are the same:/

i wholeheartedly believe girls who are on tumblr deserve fairy wings.

My toxic trait: I find it so offending when the person I hate, picks up one of my interests or starts listening to that one underrated artist I love. It's like sharing your room with the cousin whom you absolutely detest for some reason.

Imagine being the main character in someone's daydreams

Tell me about the love you've never received and let me fill the void.

Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.