Philosiphy Stories

A glimpse into where the mind can wander during 30 days without its oldest companion - addiction. This is an attempt to capture my own short reflections, trace the quiet, often uncomfortable shift from numbing out to tuning in. Each day captures a fleeting thought, a passing feeling, or a moment of clarity that might otherwise go unnoticed. - daily publishes - original work by ginasmoon - all rights reserved Disclaimer: Since this is about a private matter, I will not disclose what addiction exactly it is about. It is meant to be read as an abstract work that can tap into different aspects from alcoholism or bad habits to struggling to get over someone. Enjoy!

- Mint a lélegzetvétel Felícia... Téged szeretni olyan magától értetődő és természetes volt, mint levegőt venni. . . . . . . A történetet semmiképpen sem ajánlom 16 (helyenként 18) éven aluliaknak a trágár nyelvezet, szexuális tartalom, tudatmódosító szerek fogyasztása, mentális zavarok/betegségek tárgykörének feldolgozása miatt. Minden itt olvasható dolog a képzelet szüleménye, merítkezik a valóságból, valós személyekből és szellemi alkotásokból, viszont nem röghözkötötten.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ( ＳＣＡＲＬＥＴ ) ❝ 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 ; 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 . 𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ; 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 . ❞ 𓂃 イタチ うちは 𓂃 © 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖉

Michihiro Kurozawa, a transfer student with an air of mystery and isolation, struggles to adapt to a world that feels strangely foreign to him. High school. His sense of values clashes with modern society, sparking tension with teachers and classmates and raising the question; can I fit in? Classroom Of The Elite Fan-fiction OC Author: Realpeakwars Illustrators: i.choked.on.a.cherry.pit (discord) & 1hatethisname (Wattpad)

♡ i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you. ─ in which juliana stewart finds herself ending up in a year-long academic rivalry at hogwarts. ౨ৎ hermione granger x fem oc ౨ৎ philosopher's stone - deathly hallows ౨ৎ ongoing ౨ৎ started: may 3rd 2026 ౨ৎ ended: ____

Enrich your day-to-day vocabulary and attain the wisdom of many generations. Each memorable phrase, adage and proverb will pass the torch of confirmed and invaluable knowledge with respect to the behaviors of people, perseverance, the passage of time and the importance of the self. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

"Kanuu, explain something to me," Vidhi muttered, staring at the moon like it was his customer-care department. "Why did you invent men with egos bigger than the Himalayas but emotional maturity of a boiled potato?" She muttered swinging her legs sitting on the wall of empty terrace "Anyway, I've decided. If you ever plan to send one into my life, make sure he's quiet... because I'm not reducing my volume for anyone." ＼(^_^)／＼(^_^)／＼(^_^)／ Arav rubbed his forehead and stared at the wall of the barracks like it had personally betrayed him. "Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath. In ten minutes, that woman had questioned his strategy, mocked his serious face, called him "Mr. Gorilla," and then walked away like she had just delivered a public service announcement.. He exhaled slowly, the calm soldier in him trying very hard to stay calm. "God give me patience," he whispered. A pause. "...or a helmet. Because if she talks like that again, I might actually bang my head on this wall." ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ Captain I prefer chikne (clean shaved) guys more as my prey ~ Ofcourse I figured out by the type of reels you like ... Dr.. ~

Isaac Mahoka, a boy with a dream of following his path inspired by his mother in a cold world based on a false meritocracy of the world, decided to join a new elite school that was opened to the whole world known as, The International Requiem Academy. This school was officially named the elite amongst the elites that will help determine one's social status once you graduate. How will our protagonist venture into this new world he'll enter? Will he achieve what he wants? Or will his path be altered? All characters belong to the ownership of Dimen-sensei(mocha)

It's year 2200. Just a few days ago, the world celebrated a new century. A new era for humanity... But despite that things have changed a lot over those past few centuries, the humans have remained the same. With the advanced technology reaching a new level of power and liberation, the mankind is living in the era of the long desired 'tomorrow' that their ancestors had always been trying to achieve. And their more recent and most praise worthy achievement, being the creation of life itself... A new era for the human kind... A new era...filled with countless possibilities. In life, we find it easier to simply exist...to simply, wander through the unpredictable waves of the society. ~Memento vivere~ Remember to live... ~~~ [Future Earth AU] [All mentioned video game characters belong to Hoyoverse] [Cover made by me]

The Memory of Tomorrow (The Man From My Future) Dr. Alessia Moretti has spent three years trying to prove one impossible idea: The human brain doesn't just remember the past. It predicts the future. One night, she finally tests her device. And everything changes. A sunset. A quiet beach. A man she has never met... holding her hand like they've loved each other for years. The system labels the file: Future Memory - Probability: 63%. But it doesn't feel like a possibility. It feels real. Too real. As Alessia searches for the stranger from her vision, the device begins to reveal more fragments of what hasn't happened yet- and something hidden inside them. Something she can't ignore. Because the moment she saw... doesn't end well. Now she's faced with a choice that could change everything: If you already knew how your love story ends- would you still choose to live it?

Estelle Daniels finds out she is a witch, follow her through how she moves through life as a witch. Slow burn. PLEASE BOOST RHE FANFIC GUYSSSS WARNING: Smut Implied dirty jokes Explicit language Underage drinks All characters belong to J.k.Rowling, except my few characters. I don't agree with any of her actions either.

In a world still learning how to grow, where monsters and humans walk side by side, a quiet visitor arrives from a distant time. Frieren, a mage who has long outlived her own era, finds herself in Tempest-a nation not yet bound by history, but steadily creating it. What begins as a simple stay soon becomes something deeper, as fleeting moments and long-lived memories begin to intertwine. Between a ruler who builds the future and a mage who carries the past, time moves differently. And in that stillness... something begins to change. A gentle story of memory, time, and the quiet connections that linger-even when people do not.

13x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

Humans can survive without answers, but never without desire. This book is not about teaching life. It is about observing it. Why do people compare even after succeeding? Why does attention feel addictive? Why do humans romanticize sadness but fear silence? Humans Are Never Satisfied is a collection of raw philosophical thoughts about ambition, loneliness, ego, luxury, validation, social media, and the modern human mind. Maybe humans were never searching for happiness. Maybe they were only searching for something greater than themselves.

"The rhythm of existence is rarely a steady beat; it is a deep, shifting melody" In a world filled with noise of illusions and dark corners of grief, author turns to the silence of the water and the rhythm of the pen to find what is true. *The Deep Melody* is a raw, lyrical exploration of the human condition-a collection of prose and poetry that dives beneath the surface of everyday life. From the weight of societal expectations to the intricate dance of our own DNA, these pages deconstruct the reality we take for granted. This isn't just a book; it's a mirror for the soul seeking liberation from the clutches of conditioning. Expect: *Introspective Poetry: Verses that capture the fleeting nature of feelings. *Philosophical Musings: Deep dives into the nature of truth and freedom. *Candid Reflections:** A journey through the highs and lows of the inner landscape. Step into the current. Let the melody take you deep.

This work includes both prose poetry and rhyming poetry and it will present deep philosophical ideas to you. At the end of each title, you'll find a hint to help you analyze it in the right direction. This is written solely by me, so you cannot copy it or use it in your own work without my permission.

Unfettered, Free market Capitalism. The best of all possible worlds right? When Wendy Gazab moves into a luxury apartment complex where friendship has a credit score, oxygen is sold in premium tiers, and economists explain human suffering with perfect calm. Everyone else calls this optimization. Darkly funny, disturbingly plausible, and emotionally surgical, How Do Economists Fart? is Candide for the 21st century. A procedural horror about bureaucracy, behavioral capitalism, and the terrifying possibility that the systems destroying your life are functioning exactly as designed.

Nieokiełznany wolnorynkowy kapitalizm. Najlepszy z wszystkich możliwych światów, prawda? Kiedy Wendy Gazab wprowadza się do luksusowego kompleksu apartamentowego, w którym przyjaźń posiada ocenę kredytową, tlen sprzedawany jest w pakietach premium, a ekonomiści z doskonałym spokojem objaśniają ludzkie cierpienie, wszyscy inni nazywają to optymalizacją. Mrocznie zabawna, niepokojąco prawdopodobna i emocjonalnie chirurgiczna, *Jak ekonomiści pierdzą?* jest Candide XXI wieku. To proceduralny horror o biurokracji, kapitalizmie behawioralnym oraz przerażającej możliwości, że systemy niszczące twoje życie funkcjonują dokładnie tak, jak zostały zaprojektowane.