Quotes Stories

New book, new start. I shall suffer upon giving up my main book

This is the story of two girls who were more like soul-sisters than cousins, Sara and Anabia. They shared secrets, laughter, dreams, and a bond everyone admired. They were each other's home. But everything changed when Sara married the man Anabia once loved. A wedding that brought happiness to the family quietly broke Anabia's heart. She lost the person she once prayed for and had to smile through the pain. Sara thought marriage would bring love and comfort. But the life she stepped into was not what she imagined. The vows were real, but the feelings were not. Then there is Zayn, a man who grew up in a house without love. He never believed in it. To him, marriage was just responsibility. Yet he married Anabia, a girl trying to heal from heartbreak. She stopped believing in love because she lost it. He never believed in love at all. When two broken hearts are tied together, can destiny teach them what love truly means? Find out in THREADS OF DESTINY.

#1 quotes #1 dandelions #1 aestheticvibes #1 englishsongs #1 softchaos #2 lyrics #3 lovesongs #4 song . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. 🎶 LALALAAA, my dandelionsss!!! 🎶 Guess who's back??? Yep, your chaotic little Luna with my third workkk 🥳 and honestly... I'm both excited and nervous because this isn't like the usual stories. This isn't a plot. No mafia, no kings, no queens. Just music. Just lyrics. Just emotions that refuse to shut up inside my head. Because let's be real - I'm also that person who: - replays the same song 500 times like a maniac 🙃 - screams "THIS SONG IS SO ME" every 3 minutes 💁♀️ - cries at 3AM with earphones in like it's free therapy 😭 - and still says "one more replay" while already on the 87th one 😌 So yeah... welcome to my chaos disguised as a book. 🎧 WELCOME TO MY LYRIC WORLD 🎧 A safe corner where: ✧ Some songs broke me. ✧ Some songs healed me. ✧ And some just sat in my chest like home. Languages??? Oh bestie, we don't do limits here. English, Hindi, Telugu, Tamil, Spanish, Arabic - if it makes my heart scream, it's going in. Because your author is HIGHKEY obsessed with music in every language (lowkey is a lie 👀). And you know what??? This isn't just my diary - it's ours. If you've ever: - stared at the ceiling while letting lyrics eat you alive, - whispered lines under your breath like a secret spell, - or felt your whole chest ache because of a verse- Then welcome home, bestie. You belong here. This is not fancy. It's not polished. It's messy, chaotic, and loud in the quietest way. But it's real. It's soft. And it's honest. So grab your headphones, lie down, and let's vibe together through words that don't just rhyme, but bleed. To my dandelions 🌼 - thank you for vibing with me always, for listening, for laughing at my chaos, for turning my noise into comfort. This book is for you. For us. For every soul that ever whispered... "this song is me." . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

"Every child is an artist; the problem is staying an artist when you grow up."~Pablo Picasso Welcome to my second vault of graphics! For those of you who are familiar with my first graphics vault, some things will be the same in this one and others will be new! I'm looking forward to jumping into this with all of you and I hope it'll be fun for you too!

Minimalist poetry you probably didn't know you needed...💫🏛🌟

I go to a weird school. I am part of a very weird friend group. This is a list of some very weird things people have said to me, or just around during holidays.

"I had never expected this from you. Why did you lie to me if nothing was true?" I spoke my heart out shamelessly because today the limits were crossed. He knew exactly about my feelings and he still played with them. He mocked my emotions, my love, my respect for him. I don't have anything left for him anymore. I don't know where am I getting my anger from, but I cannot withstand this much insult.

MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!    This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly you begin to forget I ever existed. All of me - the parts of flesh you never quite learned to love slips quietly down the drain. I am waiting for the day your fingers unscrew the pipes, dig through the mess, scrape your heart against rust, just to find me again, so we can do it all over. Here, in these pages, I find myself. In ink pressed against my flesh, I whisper the sadness, the heartache, the decay meant for all the unspoken.    A Poetry Collection by May Garner. Original poems regarding real life experiences. Cover created on Canva. 2026. Melancholy copyright © May Garner. 2026. All Rights Reserved.

ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴩᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍy ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ yᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ

He was born into a world of power and expectation. She built her dreams from quiet struggle and fierce determination. They were never meant to collide. Until a single lie... forced their worlds to crash into each other. To save a reputation and protect a future, they sign a contract that binds them as husband and wife. On paper only. Two years together. No feelings. No promises. No future. But the heart has never cared for rules. Behind the polished smiles they show the world, there are arguments that spark, moments that soften, and a connection neither of them knows how to name. Slowly, the lines blur..between duty and desire, between pretending and wanting, between two strangers learning the shape of each other's hearts. Just as they begin to fall, life pulls them in opposite directions again. Words are said that can't be taken back. Walls rise where warmth once bloomed. And yet... fate isn't finished with them. When a truth comes to light. A truth that changes everything. They are forced to face the one thing they both tried so hard to avoid: That somewhere along the way, a contract became a love story. And letting go might be the one thing neither of them is strong enough to do. Trigger Warning: Mentions of illness, death, and emotional struggle.

Here are some bangtwice jokes for you guys to laugh over!!! ships: Tzukook, Jinayeon, Chaegi, Namhyo, Moseok, Jimina, Taesana

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Bismillah Rabbi zidnee Ilman "My Lord! Increase me in my knowledge" Assalamualikum brothers & sisters When I was younger, I used to write things that captured or inspired me such as a quote or a few great lines in a diary. And now, this book will contain such a Islamic quotes and hadith's or verses from Quran. Hope you find it helpful & good. "And,Verily Every Reminder Benefits The Believer" Cover: Zammurad

Not every person born under the same sign is truly the same. Some hide rage behind silence. Some hide pain behind confidence. And some spend their entire lives pretending to be someone they are not. This book is not about simple zodiac predictions. It is about personality, darkness, attraction, secrets, emotions, numbers, dates, decans, and the hidden side people rarely show to the world. Inside these pages, every sign reveals: - its true personality - its strengths and weaknesses - its emotional patterns - its hidden fears - its dark side - and the truths no one dares to admit Because sometimes... the stars do not create monsters. They only reveal them. - J. V. Drak

Since I haven't seen other people doing this, I am. This is made for all Creepypasta fans out there. If you're not a fan, than please don't hate. I just wanna spread the word. In this book you'll find Creepypasta related stuff, but mostly quotes. Everything I put in this book are part of the results when I google "Creepypasta". I wouldn't be surprised if you have already seen all the quotes/pictures. DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the pictures, quotes, or Creepypastas.

The Perpetual Anguish is my record of a life that slowly stops insisting on its own exception. In my late twenties, I begin to treat every interaction as a quiet confirmation that I am misplaced. Robots outperform me without hesitation. Men and women move through the world with a coherence I cannot replicate-more composed, more capable, more fully assembled, as if they were built correctly while I was left unfinished. Even animals lose their distance. The cat and the dog in my home, simple and self-contained, no longer sit beneath me in any imagined hierarchy. I stop separating myself from them in any meaningful way. I arrive at a blunt, uncomfortable equality: I am on the same level as animals. Not as metaphor, not as comfort-just as fact in the way I experience myself. Another organism reacting to hunger, habit, and routine, without the clarity I keep expecting consciousness to provide. What follows is not collapse, but simplification. I stop believing I am meant for long expression. Long thoughts begin to feel like borrowed clothing-ill-fitting, performative. I give myself permission to exist only in fragments: quotes, jingles, brief observations never exceeding seven lines, each one a way of shrinking before I can be judged for taking up too much space. My inner world contracts around this rule. Every idea is edited before it fully forms. Every sentence is trimmed in advance, as if restraint is the only honest shape I can maintain. And so the book becomes what I have become: a series of brief, controlled reductions. Men and women, robots, and animals all remain moving through their own forms of certainty, while I exist as a quieter, reduced presence among them-no longer reaching upward, only continuing in fragments.

I love beautiful romances, let it be high-school sweethearts, enemies-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, forbidden love- honestly speaking anything, but personally love has always thrown me under the bus; my type doesn't know I exist and the ones who "fall in love" with me shatter me like glass, maybe that's what pushes me to the brink of INSANITY. Dedicated to all those who believe love has failed them.

idk just me sharing abt a buncha weird stuff

This is just for fun and it'll have ships like crossmare,dreamberry,and etc- Rp=Random person Nm=Nightmare DM=Dream C=Cross I=Ink B=Blue E=Error H=Hacker F=Finch R=Randy Bb=Bobby K=Kevin🤑

The Raiders have invaded Earth and the Endsoldiers must find a way to get to the Ark and will learn more about the Raiders' history and motivations while Marshall still struggles to talk to his crush Skye.