Mylife Stories

چیڕۆکێکی کوردییە🇹🇯

What if a book felt like a rainy morning? Rainy Days and Coffee is a cozy collection of poems, thoughts, and little pieces of life. It's for the people who love the sound of rain, warm cups of coffee, and quiet emotions they can't always explain. Some pieces are stories. Some are feelings. Some are secrets. But all of them are meant for you to read when the world feels a little too loud..

idk what's happens in the future since I live in present let's see, is it kismet? or coincidences ? or can I change it??

{𝐈 𝐓 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓 𝐈 𝐍 𝐔 𝐄 𝐒} کاتێک بۆم دەرکەوت ئەو پیاوەیی هاوسەرگیری لەگەڵ دەکەم هەمان ئەو پیاوەیە کە بەمناڵی هەستم بۆیی هەبوو هەرگیز نەم توانی ڕەتی بکەمەوە.. ، بەڵام ئەو پیاوێکی ساڕدە هەر وەکوو مانگی دیسەمبەر. ، پرساریی لێ کرد کاتێک وتی..، تەمەنت چەندە بچکۆلە لە وەڵامدا تەنها نۆ پەنجەیی بەرز کرد من هیچم نەکردووە تەنها خۆشم ویستوویی پیاوەکەم جـیـۆن جـۆنگکـووک لیـی مـاریـنـا End:???

" HABANG MAY BUHAY MAY PAG ASA " Pero wag kang aasa sa taong mahal mo , kasi di ka na nya babalikan kahit magmamakaawa ka pa . Kahit na ginawa muna ang lahat pero Wala eh , di parin uubra kasi di ka na mn mahal ng mahal mo .

Me - just me

Here's where you may find out more about me if you visit my profile. We'll cover everything in a short, quick introduction. I hope you enjoy reading! Have fun!

Changed the title gang, am gonna add so many sh!t here Just u wait Just u waiiitttttt

I am going to tell you guys every day (I try to) what happend in my life, kinda like a blog or just my internet diaries

my diary

this isn't rlly like one long story it's js me dropping random lore about things in my life sooo ya!

Her dress Blue in the afternoon sun So very pretty But it feels like high school's done Her hands in your hair Smile wide Lost in a dream It feels so unfair

Between Goodbye and Nothing It started with a message I didn't expect to change everything. After that, there were no more conversations, just silence where something used to be. I kept checking my phone even when I already knew there was nothing to read. Days went on, but my mind stayed stuck in the same place, replaying the last words over and over, as if maybe I'd understand them differently if I thought about them long enough. This is the space between goodbye and nothing, the part where someone is already gone but still feels everywhere. In habits. In memories. In the way certain moments suddenly feel too loud when everything else is quiet. It's not really about the ending. It's about what happens when you're still living in it.

Бурхан өөрийгөө байгааг хүмүүст мэдрүүлэхийг хүссэндээ л зовлонг бүтээж, төгс төгөлдөр гэх нэрийг оргүй хоосон болгосон гэдэг. Хүмүүний амьдралд эхний даваа болсон гэр бүл гэгч төгс заяадаггүй нь бурханы бас нэгэн бэлэг гэлтэй. © Purplsky.

im getting alot of dms about this story i made when i was like 13.... but ill redo it because its so embarrassing so the og version will only be up for a certain period of time, once i finish the new version it will be deleted. love ya-kay

Hi, my name is Marta and i believe like the most girls that there is something special about me, most likely it's just imagination, but only God knows how badly i wanna share what happens in my brain, even though it's almost as impossible as moving mountains. Diary of my life... if you do happen to find it... don't mind it or do it's up to you.

------------------ Her POV'S ----------------------- I looked at him through tear-filled eyes as my baby boy cried loudly in my lap. I was sitting on the bed while he remained occupied with his laptop. He sat directly opposite me on a chair placed in the corner of the room. "Ise chup karao," he shouted, making me flinch. "W-Woh chup nahi ho raha," I stammered, gently rocking the baby in my arms. "Toh chup karao!" he yelled again as he grabbed his laptop. With a sharp movement, he pulled open the door and stormed out of the room. My eyes remained fixed on the door. Despite everything, a small part of me hoped he would return and ask why our son was crying so much. But he didn't. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled my baby closer and covered him with my pallu. Then I began feeding him. Gradually, his cries faded away. His tiny stomach filled with milk, and his heavy, uneven breaths slowly settled into a peaceful rhythm. Looking down at his innocent face, I gently wiped away the tears lingering in my eyes.. #TraumaAndHeal #RealAndReel #LoveAndHate #PureAndImpure #ManAndWoman #HunterAndPrey ------------------------------------------------------

just random things from my Life tex storys,Fun facts,things about me and more★ೄྀ༄

This is a type of autobiography i made to help inform some people of my current standings in the game we all play, Life. i also have been using it lately to "unload" my life since i got no where else to do so.

Me and my yapping. YEAHH