kajalandkisses

Hey author ji,  sorry to post here
          . wanna do f4f and v4v and genuine r4r? 

Hi! I hope you are doing well and I'm so sorry to bother! If you have the time please check out my book, a vote, comment or a follow would mean a lot! Thank you!!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/403565955?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Diamxndwayz

Hello dear author! I apologize for plugging in to your bio. You may delete this post if you want:)
           
          But if given an oportunity, I’d like to share my story here, on this platform. And for that, I would like to thank you. 
           
          So first of all, I’d like to intoduce myself.
           
          Hi, I’m YAMEE. An aspiring author who just recently celebrated her 1st year anniversary in Wattpad.
           
          And I want to share my new story that I just recently published last April. And has been updating every weekend. 
           
          But be ware that this story might have some mistakes and typos that some of you might find annoying, and for that I won’t force you too stay. The decision is yours to make. But to those who’ll give it a chance. Then I am very thankful to all of you!
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          Hiraya Grace is agirl who never typically believed in true love. Seeing it as a flaw, a vulnerability that becomes yours weakness.
           
          Until a day arrived when two new students joined the school she’s in that she started to feel emotions that she doesn’t realize that she’s able to feel. Permanently changing her view on how “love” truly works.
           
          In a journey of discovering her feelings and uncovering deeper secrets than she had known, will Hiraya finally let down her guard and for once experience what love actually is? Or will her feelings once again vanish, like a haze in a blazing weather, disappearing as droplets of water rained.
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          I thought I wasn’t capable of falling for someone else. But how can I describe this feeling that I feel every time you’re here beside me? The loud thumping of my heart as you smile at me? The way you appear in my mind every time I close my eyes? If this isn’t an ailment, then, is this probably what they call…love? 
           
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/409656763?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=YaMeeLuvsU
          

So another poem (dont ask where i got the idea of this)
          
          
          One day, I will be standing on a bridge, watching the sky surrender to the evening.
          
          The sun will be setting, painting the horizon in shades of gold, orange, and blue. The stars will slowly begin their quiet arrival, one by one, as the day lets go of itself.
          
          And perhaps someone will ask me about the love of my life.
          
          The funny thing is, my answer will not leave my lips first.
          
          My face will betray me long before my words do.
          
          Because my eyes will hold tears in both possible futures.
          
          If the love of my life is standing beside me, my lips will curl into a smile.
          
          Not because the journey was easy, but because it wasn't.
          
          Because every moment of longing, every unanswered question, every foolish hope I carried in my chest would have finally led me somewhere.
          
          And if they are not standing beside me, my lips will fall into a quiet sadness.
          
          Not because the love was meaningless, but because it remained a beautiful dream.
          
          A dream I carried so carefully that it became a part of me.
          
          My eyes will hold tears in both worlds.
          
          In one, they will be tears of gratitude.
          
          In the other, tears of remembrance.
          
          For even if I succeed in finding the love of my life, I will still remember the ache of yearning.
          
          And even if I don't, I will remember the beauty of having loved so deeply.
          
          So when someone asks me about the love of my life, I think my answer will already be written on my face.
          
          Because some loves leave you in tears whether they stay or leave.
          
          Not because they hurt.
          
          But because they mattered.
          
          

hey!! 
          
          quick update, I’m drawing my OC now ✨
          she’s finally getting a face and I’m way too excited about it
          couldn’t stop myself fr
          anyway, that’s it for now 
          stay tuned 

Does anybody have good recommendation/suggestion for books on tropes like slow burn , destiny/fated. , soul mate typa shii . 
          

A little piece I wrote at 3 a.m.
          
          Not sure if I'll include it in the story yet, but I wanted to share it here first. 
          
          People say what doesn't kill you makes you pour your soul into the most gut-wrenching poetry at three in the morning.
          
          Oh, but how I wish it kills me, so I don't have to grieve my miserable pain upon a piece of paper decorated with the ghost of my own tears.
          
          How I wish it kills me, so it doesn't take the form of a reminder of my constant ache.
          
          And if it still doesn't kill me and becomes poetry at last, I hope it becomes a memory of my strength and resilience through the pain I endured every time I glance at it, and not the cruel proof of a weight I still carry.
          
          
          

Heyy cutie wanna do v4v or f4f ??