Overthinking storie

Fifteen year old Kaylee has spent most of her life trying to survive- raised by addicted abusive parents and forgotten by her brother who were taken years ago. Now they're back, Grown. Determined to bring her back home. But home isn't a word Kaylee believes in anymore.

"Stay right here," he instructed, and without another word, rushed inside. Avni stood at the entrance, confused but smiling faintly as she watched him hurry about. There was a boyish charm in his expressions, in the way he moved-eager, sincere, a little frantic. He looks so cute, she thought, her heart fluttering. Within seconds, Avyansh returned, carrying a pot filled with rice and a plate with a red liquid- kumkum. "Just two more minutes," he said quickly, and disappeared into the villa once again. Avni waited, her curiosity growing by the second. Soon, he returned, this time with an aarti thali. A small diya flickered on the plate, casting a warm glow across his face. He circled the plate in front of her, performing the aarti, then gently applied vermilion on her forehead. A soft sprinkle of rice followed. "That's your first time entering our villa," he said with a smile. "So your welcome is a must." Avni stared at him, wide-eyed and moved. "Now," he continued, "gently kick this pot with your right foot." She gave a small nod, smiling shyly as she nudged the pot forward with her foot. "Next, place your feet in the kumkum," Avyansh instructed. Her cheeks were already flushed, but now her whole face turned a deep red. She did as told, her delicate feet now stained with the auspicious red. Then, to her surprise, Avyansh knelt down and placed his white t-shirt on the floor in front of her. He held out his hand. "Now leave your footprints here, on this." "But... Avyansh ji-" Avni hesitated, touched and overwhelmed. He looked up at her with eyes full of reverence. "You know, Mumma always said a wife is like Goddess Lakshmi. But to me, you're not just Lakshmi-you're my universe, my everything... my God."

This is a story about a squad breaking up about the ppls Main character Navy- Navy is 13 years old she is a overthinker who is about to take her life she is a katseye fan/eyekon she listens to billie elish her best freind is Maroon she has 2 brothers Nathan and Nath Divorced parents Main characters best freind Maroon- maroon is 14 years old she has a twin brother Noah she has thantophobia- the phobia of losing a loved one she stays whit her best freind all the time The mean girl of the group/class Danie- Danie is 14 years old she is the oldest of all the girls Danie has a rich family makes fun of ppls biggest opp calls her self perfect the pick me/mean girl of the group/class Yuri- Yuri is 14 years old she has a huge family she is rich backstabber rude to all the boys self-absorbed Her parents were having a divorce

🌕 "He Was Her Favourite Dream" 'AARYA' is a girl who listens to the world but never speaks about herself. She carries loneliness like a secret, hides her pain behind a calm smile, and finds peace only under the silver glow of the moon. Her heart dreams of love, understanding, and someone who sees her truly-but the world never notices. "HE WAS HER FAVOURITE DREAM" is a soft, sad, mysterious tale of a girl who finds the love she deserves in the only place that never leaves. Some love exists only in moonlight. Some hearts are never meant to meet in reality. In this quiet, mysterious story of silence, longing, and imagination, Aarya learns that even unreal love can heal, comfort, and stay forever... if only you let it.

Always the dramatic one, never the heard one.

Elonra has one rule: don't let anyone close. Then came Eric the mystery wrapped in chaos. And Rampo all warmth and honesty. She's the girl tied to both hearts with strings she can't untangle. They both know things she doesn't remember. And somewhere between their truths and their lies, Elonra discovers the most dangerous place to be... is right between them. Note: All images used in this story are original and belong to the author. Unauthorized copying or redistribution is strictly prohibited.

raw, unflinching journey through the heart of depression, poems that feel, ache, and linger beneath the skin

They were her sentinels, her saviors, the reason that she refuses to let her past consume her. 𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

She never talked much. He never let anyone in. Two quiet people, misunderstood by everyone else, slowly finding comfort in each other's silence. A slow-burn, realistic story about introverts, overthinkers, and the kind of love that doesn't need noise. For those who feel everything but say nothing.

it's a self written poem relatable to teenagers..a goodbye to 16th and welcoming age 17 ✨🎉💗

I have too many questions and too many feelings that I don't want anymore.

< This is a kind of ｡.°˚ journal entry I wrote randomly, based on some deep thoughts or short story. It might not be for everyone. > ᥫ᭡.

--- ✨ Two hearts call to me- one gentle as morning light, the other quiet as midnight fire. A classmate who feels like safety, and an older roommate whose secrets cling to him like a second skin. I don't know the world he hides, or the storms waiting behind his calm. But between soft warmth and dangerous comfort... my heart trembles on the edge of a choice it never asked for. My first book. A story stitched with light and shadow. Let's step into it... slowly, sweetly, and a little haunted. ---

Atma Hanim - Disebabkan sekeliling manusia yang sering mengambil kesempatan terhadapnya, dia sukar untuk bersosial dan takut dengan harapan manusia. Dia rela bersendiri tanpa mengharapkan sesiapapun, walaupun dia tahu, hidupnya bakal sepi. Dia, seorang gadis yang sukar percaya dengan aneka ragam manusia. Emir Bakri - Bertemu dengan seorang jejaka yang suka menyakat, dia telah menceriakan hidup gadis itu yang serba hitam. Dalam diam, dia telah jatuh cinta pada Atma sejak pertama kali mereka bersua . Dia, lelaki utusan Tuhan yang cuba memulihkan trauma gadis pujaannya. " Asal awak ikut saya eh? Takde tempat lain ke nak pergi?" - Atma Hanim " Kau tu perempuan , tak elok sorang-sorang. "- Emir Bakri " Tak matilah sorang pun, nak harapkan orang lain pun tak guna juga. "-Atma Hanim. Sikap keras dan dingin Atma Hanim membuatkan Emir Bakri semakin jatuh hati padanya. Satu per satu rahsia disebalik keras dan dingin sang gadis itu, telah membuka mata buat lelaki itu. Mampukah Emir buktikan pada pujaan hatinya bahawa dialah penyelamat sehidup semati gadis itu?

Iris is seventeen and spending the summer feeling slightly out of step with her own life. She's observant, inward, and constantly thinking-sometimes to the point of exhaustion. While everyone around her seems certain about who they're becoming, Iris is still trying to understand who she is right now. She keeps to herself. She overthinks conversations that never happen. She feels things deeply but struggles to explain them out loud. Adults mistake her quiet for indifference; her parents mistake her hesitation for a lack of effort. The truth is, she's paying attention to everything-just not in the way people expect. This is a coming-of-age story about existing in between: between childhood and adulthood, certainty and confusion, presence and disappearance. About being lonely without being empty. About learning that not knowing who you are yet doesn't mean you're failing. For anyone who has ever felt invisible in their own life. For anyone who lives mostly inside their head. For anyone who is still becoming. This is Iris's summer.

let's read the one which we think and feel ❤️❤️

Tula ata 'to.

Poems written based on my overthinking thoughts, direct from my heart,shaped by thoughts

A collection of thoughts, whispers, and moments caught in words. These poems are my heart, pain, and despair spilt on pages. In this, you'll find pieces of me, perhaps no one else has. I hope you never feel this way, and I certainly hope you don't relate. 🥀

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.