histórias de Standards

This is the second season of My Moonlight. A islamic love story. " She took my soul with her, I have waited for her for 15 years, I can't let her go like this, this time." He said while looking at the moon. " Ya Allah only one last chance, I have wasted my life but please one last chance, Ya Allah."

So I was basically having one of them days, and I guess I was supposed to be doing revision but.... when I am upset (and i was really down that day) I dont really have a thing to help, i dont like ranting to people so i was just experimenting with ways to keep me calm and on track so i wrote a couple poems and the person i showed it too really liked it so i wanted to share this one. hope you like it and excuse any grammar mistakes they are my achilles heel.

A hand reaching out in the dark... a voice that calls you home. Sometimes that's all you need to build a sail that withstands the storm... Hello, everyone this is my first ever story and it's a ff of the characters (not the actors) of Han Seo Jun and Kang Soo Jin from the k drama True Beauty. Now I do not own any of these characters nor do I own the original webtoon and the kdrama. But I thought of giving these two characters an ending of my own imagination. The updates will be very slow, so please bear with me. Show your appreciation and support. Constructive feedback is always welcome<3 Love, kiira

The Seamstress of Glass tells the haunting tale of a woman who sews gowns not from fabric, but from shards of glass. Each creation dazzles the villagers, earning her admiration and envy, but at a devastating cost: every dress she wears slices into her body, leaving her scarred and bleeding. Driven by the belief that only beauty makes her worthy of love, she devotes her life to crafting garments more brilliant, more flawless, more impossible than the last. At the height of her obsession, she builds a gown to cover herself completely. When the villagers finally discover her, she is encased in her masterpiece - radiant, eternal, and lifeless. What remains is not the seamstress, but the illusion of perfection that destroyed her.

I leaned forward, his gaze locking with mine, those dark brown eyes pulling me in like gravity. For a moment, everything else faded-everything except him. My heart raced, the world around us melting away. Was this it? Were we really about to kiss? The anticipation was electric, each second dragging out the tension. Then, I felt a hand gripping my side, pulling me closer, the pressure tightening with every inch. A shiver ran down my spine as the heat of his body neared mine, and I held my breath, the moment teetering on the edge of something... unforgettable. Just as the warmth of his proximity reached its peak, a gentle breeze brushed against my face-barely a whisper, but enough to make me wonder: Was this *really* it? And then, suddenly-*Bzzzzt*. The bells I had imagined ringing in celebration of my wedding day? They weren't church bells. No, it was the harsh, insistent tone of my alarm. My stupid, soul-crushing alarm. Aria's life is about to get complicated. When she meets someone new, someone who makes her feel things she never thought possible, she's swept away by a love that feels like it could last forever. But just as she starts to open her heart, a ghost from her past reappears-first in her letters, then in her thoughts, and eventually... in person. Now Aria is torn between a love that's grown in the shadows of time and a connection that promises to be something more. With the past pulling her in one direction and the present in another, she's forced to face a choice that could change everything. Who will she choose? And what happens when love isn't as simple as it seems?

𝙆𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙇𝘼𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙂𝙄𝙇𝙇 ʜᴇ's ᴀ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʀɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴇ ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʜᴇ's ᴀ ᴄᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ's ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟL. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ.. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ɪɢɴᴏʀɪɴɢ ʜɪs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜʏ? 𝙄𝙆𝘽𝙄𝙍 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙃 ʜᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɴᴏʀ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙔𝘼 𝙆𝘼𝙐𝙍 sʜᴇ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs ᴅᴀʏ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.. sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴀᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜɴᴛ.. 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮

Collection of sad thoughts. Sadness is real. Depression is real. Darkness is real. Feelings are real. You are important.

I don't abide by any rules you set for me as I break out my own standards.

A poem.

A prep, a geek, and a wallflower. Half way through the semester, they all meet by falling for the same guy. Through out this adventure of broken hearts and sad attempts three completely different girls end up as best friends.

We can't always control what's going to happen in every situation it should be a priority to treat every situation with respect and understanding.

Tw: trauma These are just little lines of some things that go through my head, I dont know how to explain everything I feel (hint the name) I post these for others to see they're not alone in being confused and trapped in the past