I roam, a wanderer, in search of the unknown Dreams a fleeting whisper, hope a heart of stone I'm lost, in a world that's dark and wide Oh God, what enigma is this, that's my life's tide?

Buchpremiere von mir

Mein drittes Buch erscheint am Samstag und ihr so

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Tentang Salah

Bukankah menjadi manusia berarti belajar berjalan sambil sesekali tersandung? Tak ada hidup yang benar-benar bersih dari noda dan jejak yang pernah melukai hati. Kita ini hanyalah pejalan yang kadang salah membaca arah tujuan, kadang kembali jatuh pada lubang yang sama, meskipun pernah berjanji... read more

Lugares

Um bar bem conhecido aqui na cidade! Achei bem divertido ir la! O nome do bar e 7bar, na temática de metal e gótico

For my soul

"In your arms, I find my peace. In your eyes, I see my home. And in your heart, I feel my forever."

Café para reflexionar

Nuevo día, otro amanecer... Una vez más decido optar por este café, Bebida que entiende a quien, agotado, sale a leer o trata de comprender aquella vida de quien, inspirado, queda a merced de un trabajo aún no concretado.

Been a minute

Don't know what I'm doing on here but OK.

Taking ownership

When you're emotionally grounded, you stop waiting for life to “get easier” or for others to “do better.” Instead, you take ownership of how you think, feel, and act—and that ownership is where true freedom lies. Challenges won't break you; they'll teach you. Emotions won't overwhelm you; they'll... read more

Long flight, plain thought

Given that there is an abundance of emptiness either in the world or inside oneself, suppose that such a loneliness would be currency. Suppose that no place accepts such currency, nor can it be converted into anything else, and you're left with a wealth that can be spent on nothing. Furthermore, if... (edited) read more

No more projecting

When you’re steady within yourself, you communicate more openly and listen more deeply. You stop projecting your fears or frustrations onto others and start showing up as your authentic self.

Gedicht

Gedicht mit einer Prise verlorene Kinderseele Lost So läuft er durch die Straßen Sein Selbst läuft hinter ihm her, ohne dass er es weiß Losing his senses? Er läuft durch eine Wüste Oder durchs Paradies Ein Paradiesvogel unter Tauben Er ist Wegweiser ohne Wegwissen Er schaut auf sich selbst und... read more

Plot twist

ughh feel bored😐

coincidence or destiny?

Last night I had several nightmares. The last dream was about being stabbed by my own relative. And tonight I had a problem with someone close to me, you could say my family hypocrites. is it all just a coincidence or....?

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People think grief is crying. But grief is waking up tired. It’s forgetting words. It’s being pulled into memories you didn’t ask to remember. It’s holding back tears in the grocery store because a song or a scent brought them back. Grief isn’t just sadness, it’s the body remembering what the... read more

Proyecto de vida

Cuando te pones serio planeas algo a futuro en el que tendras algo que te puede llevar mucho esfuerzo a tenerlo,puede ser trabajo, pareja o familia ,lo más importante es no dejar de perseguir ese objetivo hasta conseguirlo no importa que difícil sea o si estás por rendirte ,jamás bajes los brazos... read more

Quote.

what purpose hold the fight without sacrifice? -walker watson.

Soleil Terrasse

L'inspiration elle ne vient pas naturellement, parfois on doit la chercher dans des petits moments. Évidemment seul, sinon les autres humain la parasite 😅

On process Long distance relationship book

Oylesine

Olmeni dilerken bile yasatmisim senii..

Honest version of you scares people.

The fastest way to attract what’s meant for you is to express yourself so honestly that everything misaligned falls away on its own. - ✍️

Nos ven como objetos sexuales?

Porque el mundo es asi ahora? Ya no piensan en establecer una linda amistad, sino que existen los amigos con derecho o aventuras casuales como les dicen o relaciones abiertas, no los comprendo chicos, no todo es tener algo sexual para sentirse aliviado o sastisfecho y luego desecharnos como si... read more

"We are writers, my love. We don't cry. We bleed on paper."

Poemas...

Quién eres, que mi piel encadenas? ¿Eres diablo o eres ángel? Bendición del cielo o triste condena. ​Humedeces mis ojos al calor de tu sangre Tu cuerpo es templo y alimento Y sin ti mi alma muere de hambre. ​Tu aliento es fuego, tu boca mi pan Tu beso caricia húmeda del alma Bajo tu peso entrego... read more

Bazen tek çare ölmektir

Porque sera?

Porque los hombres casi no les gusta las cosas dulces? Como postres,chocolates, pero prefieren las cosas saladadas?

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Avoid people who don't take responsibility for their own actions Certain people will never concede a wrong action since that would require putting their ego to the percieve back and not sacrificing their connection. They all talk about avoiding accountability, projecting guilt and trying to... read more

Por que meu coração ainda bate?

Escrevi isso em uma crise existencial, citei Sylvia Plath. Enfim, digam se vcs se sentem assim tb pra eu n me sentir sozinha. 💔

Meh

Lo siento, sigo sin adaptarme a los vínculos por catálogo, a la danza de apareamiento virtual, a lo soso de sentir que del otro lado no hay nada ni nadie.

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Imagine you’ve got so much talent and potential… but it all just stays buried, because you’re too busy trying to survive.

Alot of beauty only happens at night

texto aleatório :)

Pues… wow?

Hoy me dijeron que parezco IA porque “escribo muy estructurado”. Curioso es que no es la primera vez que me lo dicen 🤣

What after sweet words couldn't manipulate you anymore? . . Solitude 💝

Olai - Regn 1966 (Örebro läns museum arkivfoto)

Jag har bott, jobbat och levt längs den här adressen. Precis där på hörnet har jag stått med mamma. Det finns inga nya minnen som riktigt kan överträffa eller addera till det som redan hänt där för mig. Det gör ont att mäta och väga alla adresser med det måttet. En orättvis ovana jag råkat plocka... (edited) read more

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He Seemed Perfect, Until the World Entered the Room

There is a particular kind of disappointment reserved for the moment you realize that someone can check every box on your carefully curated list and still be entirely wrong for you. I met a man who, on paper, seemed almost absurdly ideal. He cooked, and not in the performative “I can make... read more

Poesia para la noche

Cuando se va el sol y llega la noche enpieza la verdadera tranquilidad, no hay ruidos molestos solo se escucha el sonido de los buhos y el aire que roza las hojas y ahi es el momento donde sientes que el mundo se detiene y se siente la verdadera paz.

BEING A SINGLE MOM IS NOT EASY!