Thoughts Stories

" ඉතිං ප්‍රේමය එහෙමලු !! " හිතේ තියෙද්දි නිකන්ම හැඟීම් වුණාට සටහන්වලට හැරෙව්වම ඒවා මතක, කවි, කතන්දර, සමහරවිට පුරාවෘත වෙනවා කියලා කවුදෝ, කාටදෝ කියනවා ඇහුණු නිසා.....

කථෝර වූ සංසාර ගමනට... හයියක් වන්නට අත දුන්නු මගේ හිරු කිරණ ඔබ... ඇරඹුම :01.10.2025

Its my thoughts in a book Yes that is dandys world

forever growing flower.

A collection of unspoken feelings, quiet realizations, and late-night thoughts that linger longer than they should. These words were never meant to be perfect - just honest. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them too. For hearts that feel too much, think too deep, and love too quietly.

Personal thoughts on my followers' stories. Includes positive vibes and feedback. If you're looking to support them, maybe you'll find something you like!

literally my freshman year diary contains: rants, assignments, people, life, problems

Every Indian student knows the smell of a dusty classroom and the hard, unforgiving surface of a wooden bench. To the world, it's just furniture. To us, it was a witness. It saw the first day we walked in with oversized uniforms and even bigger dreams. It felt the weight of bags that got heavier every year-not just with textbooks, but with the silent pressure to rank, to perform, and to belong. This is not a story of heroic triumphs or dramatic romances. It is a quiet reflection on the years spent sitting still while our worlds shifted beneath us. It's about the friends who became home 🏠, the teachers who saved us, the marks that defined us, and the moments we stopped asking "why" and started learning to pretend we were okay. From the first bell 🔔 to the final farewell, this is the honest journey of a life lived on the edge of a bench. #20 in thoughts #20 in deep #5 in student life #1 in school stories

This is a collection of poems I've written, I plan on adding to the existing ones. My writing can go from the whispers of a broken soul to the chuckles of a joyous heart but overall my intention is expression. I hope that my writings remain immortalised as they touch and connect people.

This journal is a collection of reflections-each offering a glimpse into the writer's diverse perspectives and inner world. Within its pages lie poems, stories, and passing thoughts, each expressing a moment of emotion or contemplation. Like a dandelion carried by the wind, her thoughts drift beyond reach, ascending into the open sky-hoping that somewhere, someone will read them, and understand.

Basically this is a continuation of other question books I did, So freely answers your answers/thoughts in comments or not up to you to decide that.

When you've been taught about the importance of family, solidarity and always telling the truth. But behind tangeld lies there's something even bigger: A silent agreement to erase the truth of an entire past, screaming as loudly as her inner self longs for answers about her own identity. Magnolia never wanted to believe the things she read about her life, she swore to always stand by her family members, the people she truly loved - but how could the young witch have known that one day she would have to break this oath? All it took was an owl - with a rather odd apperiance, now that Magnolia thinks of it - carrying a piece of her forgotten past. She couldn't shake the feeling that she knew the writer from a distant memory. -Bill Weasley fanfiction-

I suppose I'd call these my poetic thoughts.

incoherent rambling <3

Just a simple poem about happiness. =)

"When words fail me, I'll always have my writing." A poem collection of my original work!! ( depressing themes may occur )

DEPT CLASSIFICATION: [RESTRICTED-RECOVERY] A forensic investigation into a workplace where the line between personnel and paperwork has been erased. In this clinical post-mortem, an employee's future is shredded before it can happen, leaving behind only the cold data of a final audit.

A collection of diary entries about feelings we all experience, but never learn how to name.

When a fish loved an albatross high in the sky, Different in worlds, yet hearts asked why. Hayat and James, a love so deep, Not born of dreams, but truth to keep. A real story, not fantasy or art, Written in distance, sealed in the heart.