Wistfulness
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This isn't a story. This is a letter from myself to myself. Kinda like diary. Here is all of my melancholic thoughts and other dramatic things in my life. I don't have someone to talk about it, so I'm sharing it here.
P.S. Nevermind about my grammar okay? English is not my main language. If you have grammar corrections, kindly message me. Thank You.
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Documentations of feelings, connections, and emotions. Contains perhaps some explicit things. Do not read if you are easily triggered, unprepared or too squeamish of all things raw and not sugarcoated. If my opinion angers you, for that I will be sorry. But I won't be responsible, nor will I let it affect me. In these chapters, you will read about heartbreak, tragedy, personal reflection and everything in between, and out and beyond. All this will be given either through short 'stories,' recounts or poems, and it also includes some of my favourite quotes, and other things like spells and old, unintentionally poetic text messages. If you decide to carry on and read, I hope you can relate. And I hope, all the more, that you can not because some things will come across as 'upsetting.' But what I do fundamentally hope is that it helps you awaken, open your eyes so you can feel. Because to feel means that you have a soul, and what is less beautiful than the knowledge of consciousness?Complete
She Who Betrayed
ʏᴜᴡᴀɴᴀ ᴛᴇʀᴇɴ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. Sʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴏɴᴇs.sʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀsᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ.ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ʜ ᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ sʜᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴘʜᴀsᴇ? ☾︎𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱☽︎Complete
my way of saying goodbye to you
this is really just me writing about my recent break up to cope with it, read if you want to, it's just to practice my writing skills. most of there ARE going to be short, so dont expect some sort of poetic letter every single time.. i basically have the reading level of a 5th grader so don't expect much💀 update as of 03/07/25: now it's just a lil diary of my life after breaking up with my recent boyfriend.. (HELP)Complete
𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐲𝐚: 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
||𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 - 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬|| "𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧." "𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠." 🌙✨ तू जो छू ले प्यार से, आराम से मर जाऊँ आजा, चंदा बाँहों में तुझ में ही गुम हो जाऊँ मैं 🤍🕊️ छुपा भी ना सकेंगे, बता भी ना सकेंगे हुए हैं यूं तेरे , प्यार में पागल पिया 💔🩹 He bleeds in silence. She stitches him with presence. He sees himself as broken pieces. She sees a mosaic full of stories. He wants her to stay away from his darkness. She wants to enlighten his world with her shine. He thinks love must be earned. She makes him believe he deserves it. She fell for him in childhood, oblivious to the storms he silently carried. Years later, when they met again, he fell harder for her, but destiny had other plans. When his past knocked on the door of the present, love shattered, taking them on a journey filled with pain, heartbreak, and sacrifice. This is not just a love story but a path of rebuilding trust that wavers, holding onto hope that persists and choosing love that refuses to give up. Step into their world, where love is a battlefield and hope is the only weapon they have left.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎: 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬
𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼𝑠ℎ𝑞 𝑃𝑒, 𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑞𝑡 𝑃𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑞 𝐼𝑘 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑎.... ( On Hold Till 20th July) 𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗔 was never introduced, he was inferred. A name spoken with caution, power arranged into command and precision sharpened into control. He ruled spaces without occupying them, directed outcomes without leaving traces. Authority obeyed him before understanding him. ............ 𝗔𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗜 𝗔𝗔𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗛 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗟 was the opposite. Uncontained, defiant, fiercely alive. Rebellious by instinct and savage in her independence. She refused to be subdued by expectations or softened by fear. She did not follow currents but she disrupted them. ............. Neither sought explanation. Neither offered clarity. They existed as forces, not stories, noticed only when order trembled and silence grew alert. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 & 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 & 𝙀𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙖𝙡 & 𝙇𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩
Kinks & kisses | ✓
"𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚆𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 "𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚙 & 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎! 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢" 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺... 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 & 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗 Leo , 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛... 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎... 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 & 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘us man like him! D I S C L A I MComplete
Wave (Book 2)
I had survived the first. That was then; this is now. The blindfold of so many pills slowly died away and first though my finger then my head, a passion, a hurt and a need filled me as every moment was consumed with words; every breath with wisps of ink. But they were not all captured and somewhere in the deep abyss of living, lies the unspoken, almost unfelt feelings of decades in months. This is the half-empty account off all those nights from December through into the new year and the end of March. ...I pains me to share it. But it also makes it just not my problem anymore and that is something I long for- freedom and peace. Please note that all grammatical and linguistic, as well as those in punctuation and spelling or placing of words were intentional. If you LIKE this and want me to write a commentary on each poem and picture (as in my previous collection Apfel), please show me in comments and votes :) PLEASE DO NOT COPY any of the poetry or pictures.Complete
𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖 𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 : 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑯𝒖𝒃𝒃) 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 (𝑰𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕), 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑼𝒏𝒔), 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒒𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 (𝑴𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕), 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏), 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕
The Diary of Me
I have marked this story as "completed" but I don't know if it will ever actual be complete. This is my journal, my secrets, my thoughts. This is The Diary of Me.Complete
Worth the Risk
August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))Complete
Documentations of feelings, connections, and emotions. Contains perhaps some explicit things. Do not read if you are easily triggered, unprepared or too squeamish of all things raw and not sugarcoated. If my opinion angers you, for that I will be sorry. But I won't be responsible, nor will I let it affect me. In these chapters, you will read about heartbreak, tragedy, personal reflection and everything in between, and out and beyond. All this will be given either through short 'stories,' recounts or poems, and it also includes some of my favourite quotes, and other things like spells and old, unintentionally poetic text messages. If you decide to carry on and read, I hope you can relate. And I hope, all the more, that you can not because some things will come across as 'upsetting.' But what I do fundamentally hope is that it helps you awaken, open your eyes so you can feel. Because to feel means that you have a soul, and what is less beautiful than the knowledge of consciousness?
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