Thoughts Stories

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.

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʟɪꜰᴇ this is just an archive/diary of the author because even the worst ideas need to rot somewhere. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Hayashi Nozomi carries a name everyone fears - the daughter of a villain. Haunted by her past, burdened by perfectionism, she struggles to trust anyone... until Katsuki Bakugou refuses to see her as anything but herself. In a school full of heroes, can she find the strength to wield her quirk without losing herself? In a world that wants her to fail, will she learn to trust someone again? Or will the weight of her own perfectionism and past keep her trapped in the shadows forever? "You think I care who your parents are? You're you. That's what matters." The rigths of the Mha storyline belong to Kohei Horikoshi only. Only my Oc is my own idea and everything that doesn't happen during the manga.

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

Write poetry or do not, there is no try

'I will marry' Yeah finally the asshole had something to say, he kept my sister waiting for ages. He better treat her very well or else I'd be their little honeymoon package and I'd show him all of my karate skills. 'But I'll marry you' He pointed his finger at me, the hell was he talking about? I almost chuckled thinking it's a joke but everyone else just stood as if there was nothing that could be said against it. 'W_hat?' My sister said almost breaking. The asshole made my sister cry???????? 'Am sorry I can't marry you I am more attracted to your little sister' I almost jumped to him, until I heard my sister crying while she left the room. I was about to run after her but I stood in front of the so called husband, 'Fuck you' that was all I could say.

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

Thoughts turned into short essays

An original poetry collection by SSears90. Mostly dark, gloomy, and angsty (my favorite! lol) Just a collection of my feelings and thoughts on my bad days. Enjoy.

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.

Devil on Her Shoulder is a collection of poetry written from the quiet places trauma leaves behind: the thoughts never spoken, the emotions carried in silence, and the parts of healing that don't happen all at once. These poems explore trauma, body image, mental health, self-perception, and the inner voice that can be both a comfort and a destroyer. These poems hold the thoughts that never left me and show the reality of living through trauma and learning how to live with yourself afterward. This book was written for anyone who has ever felt too much, not enough, or completely alone in their own thoughts. If you see yourself in these words, you were always meant to find them. With love, Lexie Kathleen Tags: Poetry, Poems, Poem, Relatable, Short Chapters, Mental Health, Emotions, Personal feelings

Written by Say San, "Where My Thoughts Rest" is a collection of personal reflections and journaled moments. It's a safe place for everyday life and personal growth. Within these pages holds reflections, emotions, lessons, and small victories - nothing here needs to be perfect-only real. This journal holds the ordinary moments, the lessons in between, and the progress that doesn't always show. It's a place to explore the small truths and feelings that shape our everyday lives. There is no rush here - only growth, honesty, and becoming. This is my first book, I hope you'll like it. I hope you get to come along this journey as I find, search, and learn; to grow. Ranking: #1 Rest - 02/22/2026 #1 Personal Narrative - 02/24/2026 . . . .

all this is is me it is my mind my mind splayed out onto an empty canvas I am simply typing things that my mind thinks of, whatever story there is could be there but would be in sparks and shreds of info scattered away.

This is not a story about being chosen. It is a story about choosing yourself. Unseen gathers the feelings we hide - the unanswered messages, the empty hands, the nights we whisper "I'm fine" and mean the opposite. Through loneliness, quiet love, and fragile healing, these poems follow a heart that refuses to harden. Because even the softest souls can survive.

What would you fight for? Your best friends, the people in your town, perhaps your country, or maybe even a second chance at love?

Pain. Joy. Cracks in the chest. Soft, sharp, messy, beautiful. Some feelings scream. Some feelings whisper. Some feelings hide. Here are all my thoughts , and some random poems that I wrote when had a lot in my head.

What would happen if one could see my mind? Wierd question that is for homework, don't you think? Well, probably nothing cause my mind is not too interesting for others to see. I am a fine teenager living out my best life. My life is going so well that I don't feel sad now. That's a great thing, right? But oh well, I won't want anyone to see my mind, though, because sometimes it gets a little restless. Wierd thoughts come to me from time to time, thoughts that should not come. Oh, but that does not matter cause I am fine. Right?

This is me. Every day, trying to be a better man - even when I don't feel like one. A mess of thoughts, failures, wins, and everything in between. This is my journey in real time, raw and unfiltered. I'm not writing for attention. I'm writing for release. I pray that someone finds solace in the words on these pages. This is an ongoing journey with daily entries. It will be long. There will always be something to read. I think of this as a rough draft to a future published book - if I'm lucky enough to make it that far. Because of how I'm writing this, there won't be hundreds of parts. A new part begins each week, and daily entries live within the current week. Simple. Honest. Consistent.

No description for this story, because I haven't finished my life yet. But have this: this book is a collection/compilation of poems, short stories (mostly horror or sci fi), entries, vent outs etc. I'll be keeping it PG so if you're looking for mature content, you won't find any. But either way, have a bottle of holy water at hand. Things will get messy, but not messy enough to leave you traumatized. Good luck anyway 🖤🩶