💮 Taking a chance to look back at the same time in the mid June an year ago, when this was the exact time I was wishing for an undo button for myself and was regretting my vulnerability. There was this strange utopian wish to turn everything upside down, and cursing undecisiveness, but here I am, an year later in this exact same date, sitting and chilling with monsoon. Though it's no better, but I believe I survived, all by myself, where I didn't have that hope to create my uncertain future anymore then, that I'm ambitious of creating this year, this time.💮
💮 It's okay to feel unsatisfied with what you love. We necessarily and unnecessarily grow. When it doesn't feel the best of you, you know you're turning better and better.💮
💮 Basically there are always opportunities, if "others" are not there.
💮 I've always had the best way with my words. I like the way they keep translating my own mind when my toungue is unable to speak out for me. Words have always been keeping me a step forward into presenting myself from being passive and existing in my life that I was forcibly given to.
They're always narrating and whispering those wispy tails of my mind to me. I would've never known how my life sounds like.They define me, describe me, they're always expressing the spalshes of my tears or the turbulent surge of emotions on behalf of me, with their only assurance to me that I'm not insane, or losing my mind.
They said that's what happens to humans when we live on our limitations, always.💮
💮I know I'm sane,
till the time death scares me.💮
🍁 Healing is also a form of acceptance. Only thing is, this acceptance ain't forced. No painful denial phases, no repression, it's assured. It's not dry hopeless. It will all heal one day. Maybe not today, not tomorrow, but it will at a time. And you'll still be young then. 🍁
💮Never have I tried to rewatch my past to narrate myself. I know it's a mess, it's random, but I can feel it something beautiful. Everything fall in place just like a story. Sometimes I welcome the circumstances which fall in place. I watch, suffer, break, but never intend to mess with the sequence. The mishappenings seems beautiful in a chaotic way, and perfectly put. I think, 'Won't be a nice storyline to narrate?'💮
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💮It is daring to love someone
the way you want love. The security,
The delicacy, the depth, in that
amount of love. Somebody gotta
be sure enough at first about not being judged
for insanity or for simply acting weird,
for decorating you with their tumbled pieces.💮
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"Not everything is about you"
💮 Such a statement, both a pain and and a peace. As you're growing older you realize you're actually not the centre of the universe. You actually now have to stand in the line of topics like just other people. Theres an intense ache inside your chest that now you know theres more like you, more without you. You knew it, but not exactly knew it in a level of accepting it about you unless you've heard it.
But you're blessed in a sense, you're now not the one entirely focused on. You're not the imagery of everything. You're not an idol, a symbol. You're ordinary, with no anxiety of being controversial for whatever you state. You can disappear, be yourself, isolate yourself, because you're one of the crowd, and people accept you as imperfect. People will judge, wonder, but you're not a trending topic. Isn't that less chaotic?💮
💮Be careful what you perceive or learn from your past. You can't turn something into your source of pain and a jealousy of not being enough from where you were suppose create your strong fundamentals and nurture yourself. Be careful as well, whom you reveal it to. Your past isn't worthy of to be put out amidst every little argument. Putting up your past, this could be one of the easiest ways to break someone. Don't push yourself into that pathetic version of you.💮
- | Mahmoud Darwish |
♠ You don't deserve something for what you'll pity yourself later on.
💮Sometimes, it's not quite possible for you to be a healer or a pleaser everytime. It's not possible to cure or recover every broken heart. Some people are not wise enough to let the angels penetrate in their heart and cure them. you're a living being, and everyone can't possibly open their heart to you. You can't blame them either. They've got trust issues. You killing yourself can't be enough to make them trust you. Some may have never met you from your perspective, but they've met similar versions of you so they possibly won't open themselves the same way to you either. Indeed, help, as much as you're capable of, but only when you're asked to. It's not selfish.💮
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💮 So, this is my first post on tumblr, and I hold an insta acc : @shreen.writes as well where my other writeups could be found. Basically my content is based on thoughts, quotes or small poetries as this ( basically random thoughts). So, hope I'd be able to get supports from everyone, and I'll be always trying my best. Thank You.
✨HOY ES EL CUMPLEAÑOS DE SORA!!!✨ Yei, bueno en realidad nació el 29 de febrero de 2004, pero como este año no hay 29 se lo festejo el 28 y 1 de marzo :3 jajaja luego luego se nota que es mi hijo más amado ❤️☝🏻🌚 Por cierto este es el dibujo que hice de “Dark Academia “ junto con @apieceofmoonn Por favor síganla ella dibuja chido de verdad 🤙🏼😔 #oc #originalcharacter #originalcharacters #originalart #bday #bdayvibes #bdaypost #bdaypresent #dark #darkacademia #darkaesthetic #bluedarkacademia #blue #bluepaint #bluepaintings💙 #bluepaintings #bluedrawing #drawing #draw #drawings #drawingoftheday #drawdaily #drawdrawdraw #drawingchallenge #drawingprocess #igdraw #igdrawing #igdrawings #art #artist (en Happy B-Day) https://www.instagram.com/p/Caic_sSplLM/?utm_medium=tumblr
• Reading poems and stories of Rumi, Hafez, Iqbal, Ghani khan and Manto.
• Wanting to learn how to speak Arabic, Persian, Hindi, and Urdu.
• Being bilingual or multilingual by birth.
• STEM students with an interest in Art and rich knowledge in History.
• You know exactly what to do with 6 yards of fabric; look fabulous in a Saree.
• Wearing your hair in braids to keep it out of your face.
• Always looking forward to eating your mother's homemade Biryani. Nothing tastes spicy enough.
• The shelves of your kitchen are filled with colourfull jars of Masalas (spices).
• Haldi is literaly the cure for everything.
• Chai is your addiction. It calms you down and you get a headache when you miss your daily dose of chai.
• The smell of Mehendi / Henna when women are applying it in ardous designs on their hands and feet at weddings and festivals.
Perhaps you'll appreciate the gift better when you've had to ride the stormy waves to recieve it. So be patient and carry on.
Afghan Dark Academia consists of wearing velvet kuchi dresses and drinking kahwah while listening to classical Rabab music and analysing poems of Rumi, Rahman Baba and Hafez.
big bear , CA . august 2024.
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big bear , CA. august 2024
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pretty bitch make me fall apart
pretty bitch speed up my heart
pretty ass girl is
a whole work of art