Reminisce hikaye

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

My name is Ryan and his name is Mickey.

Poems about love, soulmate, longing, solitude, mental health and much more that connects to one's soul. This is a collection of poems across various topics in life.

A collection of "so-called" Anecdotes originating from the North of the Philippines, kano ah. written in a mix of English and local languages within the Cordilleras and Northern Territories. No we don't have a wall of division, we are unique

𝘼𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙡𝙚 𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙪, 𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙅𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙖 𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙪 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙤, 𝙗𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙞 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 . ♬ ݁˖ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── A collection of emotions scattered across pages-some loved, some lost, some never spoken aloud. These poems are fragments of memories, feelings, and moments that linger long after they've passed. For anyone who has loved deeply, missed quietly, or carried pieces of a feeling they could never quite put into words.

"Mula sa mainit na yakap ng Bicol hanggang sa magulong lansangan ng Maynila. Mula sa pagiging paborito hanggang sa kailangang laging umunawa. Ito ang kwento ng aking buhay-ng mga alaalang hindi mabubura, ng mga sakit na nagpatibay, at ng pagbangon kahit tila walang katapusan ang hirap. Ang bawat pahina ay pagbabalik-tanaw sa nakaraan, upang maunawaan ko kung sino ako ngayon."

Title song with lyrics. (Just comment or request if you want a guitar chords of your choices song) Enjoy!

A boy, escaping the clutches of a hopeless desire, continues his search for one who's love may someday meet his.

Angela Shaine looks back to her summer memory because of her son's curiousness. She thought she had already moved on, but apparently she hasn't. Remembering the memory of that particular summer was enough to make it seem like it just happened yesterday. That moment of happiness, bliss, heartache and pain became fresh once again. Now, she knows this can't be resolved by just 'moving on'. Now, the wounds of the past has been opened once again and her process of 'moving on' will be much more prolonged. What happens when something unexpected also happen in a summer? MIDTERMS 20170412 - ... -English-

After helping Sonic cope with his night terror, what I know for sure is that what I'm about to experience the brotherhood of a lifetime, and spending time with them is one of the most therapeutic moments of my life. This is a sequel to Sonic's Horrific Night Terror. Within perfect timing around when the show Knuckles on Paramount was released, I ended up writing a story about how the very next day as far the mobians go and I couldn't have been happier whenever I'm around them. Just a reminder, this is a fanfic, it's just a story about how my life would be if Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles were in my life, that's all :)

she cried out for vengeance

What is life

𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

Tara reminisces about her childhood Diwali on the first Diwali after her marriage. ---------- Editor: ShainaBasu

She still remembers the apartment they planned, the life they almost had. It was supposed to be theirs - until he built it with someone else. Now she's left with memories, questions, and a version of herself that doesn't know how to move on. A story of a friend of mine dedicated to the song " The apartment we won't share" by Niki. https://youtu.be/h1bF3gYKK44?si=9_XbDSvNTk-3ex8o Same stories, but different versions. Same characters but different feelings P.S.: ctto picture's not mine, found it in Pinterest.

I am writing these poems in a time and circumstance that is making me rethink a lot of my past experiences and actions. This time is also making me very unsure about the future. One helpful outlet for me is poetry. It might not be very lengthy, wordy, or exquisite at times, but no one ever said poetry had to have rules in 2020.

This evocative poem captures the essence of youth and the delicate, transformative experience of first love. Each line brims with tender naivety, reflecting the unspoken beauty of holding onto a love that exists more in memory and dreams than in reality. Through the lens of yearning and innocence, it paints a timeless picture of love that is both fragile and unforgettable.

healing

adulting of 6 college friends

Poetry Collection 1: Words from my Heart