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Reminder that I had updated chapter 16 of Fading Paths a few days ago (because wattpad apparently failed to give notifications again smh)

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@ihaaa_ : OMA! I haven't read thaaatt!!  *flies to read*
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RnoomaQueen

 RnoomaQueen ❤️‍
          QueenFamily ❤️
          If you want to be happy, focus on yourself and things under your control: your life, your finances, your physical and mental wellbeing, and your spirituality. 
          
          No matter how tough it gets this week, keep going, dear 
          
          No matter what you're going through, you are not alone. The light is always with you. You might not see it, but you can trust it. 
          
          If you feel like giving up, look back at how far you've come. 
          
          When you feel like stopping, think about why you started. 
          
          Keep getting up, keep working, keep fighting for what you want 
          
          If you get tired, learn to rest and not quit. 
          
          Keep faith. The most amazing things in life tend to happen right at the moment you're about to give up hope. .
           
          “Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle.”
          
          You are beautiful inside and out. Even when you struggle, you remain kind and positive. I think you're amazing! 
          
          You are exactly where you are meant to be, Have faith in the universe's big plans for you. 
          
          Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end. 
          
          Never quit your attempts on your way to victory. 
          
          Never underestimate yourself 
          
          Because we are all born WINNERS. 
          
          
          You are talented and motivated, even when you're tired and frustrated. Be patient with yourself, I'm so proud of the person you have become
          
          You should never give up. No matter how hard the situation is, always believe that something beautiful is going to happen. 
          
          Be confident in what you bring to the table. You're better off eating alone than begging someone to eat with you. 
          
          Don't stop at your success!
          
           When you choose the right path, there will be confusion, there will be times that will be boring and tiring, but these things will determine your path to success!
          
          You are talented and motivated, even when you're tired and frustrated. Be patient with yourself, I'm so proud of the person you have become! 
          

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a small token token kindness (01st january 2023)  
          
          steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft. 
          
          a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission. 
          
          jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias. 
          
          violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements,  frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth. 
           #adropofhumanity 

ErumK_21

Rifa_Fathma_

السلام عليكم ورحمةالله وبركاته 
          Hi!
          
          A Mazed Heart contains a mysterious plot, thrilling tale and a lot of suspense to indulge in. 
          
          If you love the Mystery/Thriller genre, then check out this book.
          
          It's also a spiritual book focusing mainly on spirituality from varied dimensions. Check out this book if you are intrigued by this genre.
          
          And don't forget to leave your thoughts.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/312750473?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Rifa_Fathma_&wp_originator=jv%2FieCPTOL4Rl1Sf%2FstKhJ%2BMjS4H3c9SwOSJ2xni0a7RW1LE5Hm%2B%2FA4P3MZyKHuTrUz0eYpaPEcqf4Ys2j0HhNR0zqNVOX4MW1Bmd7E9VUwfgfUGRGhC4rNtQcP%2BHd5i

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (5th november 2022) 
          
          mouth of honesty, bloody honey; ravenous sobriquets, transparent metaphors. panting edicts, divine passages; unambiguous gravity, chaotic muscles. summer hunger, fermenting sun; mullein breaths, fervent dust. metamorphic roads, joyous courage; naked rage and newborn remembrance. 
          
          exuberant mountains, icy bees; conformed pollen, eclipsed wins. clavicle roots, burning prayers; mediocre comfort, hopeful sorrows. web of confidants, shadows of the known; gentle croaks, hesitant murders. mind a wild animal, a forest caged; auroras and sacrifices, reminiscent repercussions. 
          
          bodies of petunias, breathing skins; blood of stories, water of prison. white cotton whispers, kind demons; alchemy of weaknesses, battling questions. sacred dignity, waves of hormones; rituals of october, bargaining autumn. drop by drop, zest of oranges. 
          
          esprit of mother's milk, primal daughters; lust of earth, a shadow pure. work into exhaustion, round the clock and round the ; there is half of hope alive, half of flesh left to strain. cold is the night, still and mellow; cold is the sun that has wrung itself yellow. perhaps the moon curses its cries, hides in lone pain and white sky, for then it is rarely rejected; unlike storms. 
           #adropofhumanity