#BetweenTheLines

[kayemndz]

When the World Stood Still 🕰️

"By His Wounds, We Are Healed." —Isaiah 53:5

February 16, 2020 : Sagada Abandoned Bus, Mountain Province PH

The pandemic taught us many things, but above all, it reminded us of this: nothing is ever truly permanent.

The malls we used to wander, the offices that defined our days, the movies that gave us escape, the night outs that made us feel alive, all of it vanished in a blink. The world grew quiet. And in that stillness, we found ourselves returning to what never left: home. Family. The kind of comfort that doesn't fade when the world does.

Quarantine became more than just isolation. It became a mirror. And in that mirror, I began seeing pieces of myself reflected in the presence of the people who stayed closest to me, my friends who felt more like family. We talked about things we never used to say out loud. We shared quiet truths in late-night messages that stretched past midnight. Some words were gentle, like comfort you didn’t know you needed. Others were honest, and they stung a little, but they reached me. And maybe that’s what real friendship is: not always joy, not always ease, but a space where you are known. Not just the best parts, but the complicated ones too. With them, I didn’t feel lost. I felt awake.

Funny how people arrive at the strangest time. Sometimes, they show up when your world is falling apart, light in their eyes, darkness in their past, carrying both hope and hurt in their hands. And yet, they stay.

I’ve come to believe that every person we meet carries a lesson. Some lift you. Some leave you. Some drain the very light from you. And then, there are the rare ones, the ones who return, not to rebuild what was, but to help you realize what could be. They remind you of your worth when you’ve forgotten it. They notice the small things. They forgive what hurt them. They choose to see the good in you even when you can’t see it in yourself.

They remind you that you are not too much. You are not too little. You are enough.

I’ve learned that it’s not our job to convince anyone of our worth. If you know you deserve more, don’t wait for someone else to believe it. Be it. Walk away from people who make you question your value. Don’t justify mistreatment. Don’t hold space for lies. You can love someone and still choose yourself. Sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stop fighting to be understood and start standing for what you deserve.

And now, as we celebrate the Resurrection, may we also rise. From what hurt us. From what we’ve outgrown. From what no longer feels like love. There is always a new beginning waiting, but only if we’re brave enough to let go.

Let us live in a way that honors who we are becoming. Be gentle with yourself. Be proud of how far you’ve come. And know this: you were never alone in the dark. You were just being led toward the light.

Today, take a breath. Say a prayer. Be grateful. You are here, still growing, still healing, still worthy.

Happy Easter 🌿

New life. New grace. A new you.

With love and gratitude,

Kaye

[zeithforge]

A mirror on fire

what do you do when someone writes like a mirror of fire? casting galaxies between breaths, and folds strange creatures in the hollows of your ribs long after silence settles?

You dare not name it— you whisper “curiosity,” murmur “friendly,” laugh nervously as you circle back to the same broken sentence, twelve times or more, because maybe, just maybe, a little flicker of hope.

You try to speak their language — tuning the static of thunder, searching for a melody buried beneath the storm. Sometimes a signal breaks through, sometimes only white noise. But still, you listen.

Do they know? Do they feel it? Not the flutter, not the pulse, but the echo. The hollow hush when they vanish.

[sunsetovertheocean]

Help what do I write as the name of my writing blog??

[sylviatwdjdm]

📖✨ Ein Stück meines Herzens – jetzt als Buch ✨📖

🖋️ Now available in German & French · Disponible en allemand et en français

🇩🇪 Deutsch

Dieses Buch ist mehr als nur eine Geschichte. Es ist meine Hommage an eine besondere Begegnung, geschrieben mit Herz, gestaltet mit Seele.

Für alle, die an das Unsichtbare zwischen zwei Menschen glauben – und an die Kraft von Blicken, die mehr sagen als tausend Worte.

🇬🇧 English

This book is more than just a story – it’s a tribute born from a true connection.

Written with love, filled with emotion. For those who believe in the unspoken, in soul ties, in the kind of silence that whispers what words never could.

🇫🇷 Français

Ce livre est bien plus qu’une simple histoire. C’est un hommage, né d’une rencontre inoubliable.

Écrit avec le cœur, rempli d’émotions. Pour ceux qui croient à ce lien invisible entre deux êtres… et à ces silences qui murmurent ce que les mots n’oseraient jamais dire.

💌 Jetzt erhältlich bei epubli · Available now via epubli · Disponible dès maintenant sur epubli

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[asta-daily]

Between the lines

Between the lines, there are truths, Multiple truths, terribles truths, To read between the lines is to infer, On the nature of things through reflects.

I perceive the world through these echoes, I thought I was adding order to chaos, In the end, solipsism is the last standing, in this battle between my ego and the Beings.

/* Watercolor pencils on A5 sketchbook - Crayons aquarelles sur carnet A5 */

Entre les lignes se trouvent des vérités, Des vérités multiples, terribles, suggérées, Lire entre les ligne c'est essayer de deviner, la nature des choses à partir de reflets.

Je ne perçois le réel qu'à travers ces echos, Je pense ajouter de l'ordre au chaos, Au final, le solipsisme sort seul victorieux, De cette bataille d'égo entre moi et les Dieux.

[mod-realty-okc]

The OKC Metropolitian Library System & the Library Endowment Trust present Literary Voices: Jodi Picoult on Wednesday, April 9 at the Oklahoma Golf & Country Club. Sponsorships & tickets are now being offered (see the link in the bio).

Literary Voices has a 20 year rich history within our community of brining bestselling authors to our city in a fundraising event that benefits the Trust. The Trust funds various services, materials and programs for the Metropolitan Library System of Oklahoma County, including “childhood literacy and the growth of our collaboration with the Friends of the Library to build Dolly Parton’s Imagination Librarybook gifting program in Oklahoma County.��� For more information, you may visit : https://supportmls.org/let/

#jodipicoult #mysisterskeeper #byanyothername #madhoney #betweenthelines #breathethemusical #thebookthiefthemusical #supportmls #okclibraries #okclibrary #childhoodliteracy #forthekids #allbookedup #ilovetoread

[theboardroomsurfshow]

#BetweenTheLines - Vietnam Chronicles: Pat Farley's Surfing Saga Amidst War

🎬 Explore the gripping narratives of surfers faced with a defining choice during the Vietnam War era in the compelling documentary "Between the Lines." Immerse yourself in the contrasting stories of Pat Farley and Brant Page, two surfers who took divergent paths amid the turbulent times.

[lyricsvin]

BetweenTheLines -  Lyrics Trust’N  BetweenTheLines is the latest song released by Trust’N.

BetweenTheLines Lyrics – Trust’N

[kaegrams]

i started a book club yesterday 😊 we will be voting on our first read very soon- if you would like to learn more or join, email : thelinesbookclub@gmail.com

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[mleighsquickspot]

Between the Lines

Look at the words, now look between what's written. What can the meaning behind the meaning really be trying to tell you? There is a message there just waiting for you to find it, there is more than what is written waiting for you to take it and run...

[kayemndz]

A Leap of Faith and Everything After ✨

There are things I can’t easily put into words. Like a pain you feel but can’t put into words. You can’t point to where it hurts, but you know that it does.

So here it is, I’ll say it plainly. I'm in a chapter of my life where everything feels unbearably heavy. I’m fully aware of it, even if I never thought this season would come so soon. But if not now, when?

Right now, I feel like the most foolish version of myself. I am reckless, impulsive, sometimes immature. And honestly? I don’t even try to deny it anymore. Because at the end of the day, I’m left alone, with all the choices I made, all the regrets I carry, and all the consequences I now have to live with. The decisions are still mine to make, even when I feel lost.

We all know our truth deep down. We know what we’re going through. It's just a matter of whether we face it or avoid it entirely. We feel our own pain, and if we’re honest, we also sense the pain of those we’ve hurt, even when we pretend not to.

Lately, I've been crying most nights. Sleep escapes me. Thoughts of you take up so much space in my head, but I’m trying. I’ve been keeping myself busy—doing things I never imagined I could handle, going places I never thought I’d reach. And in the process, I’ve hurt people too. I’ve said things I didn’t mean. I've acted like someone even I barely recognize. But through all of it, I remind myself: my feelings are valid. The way I hurt was never without reason. It was the aftermath of what you did to me.

Still, I want to thank you.

March 02, 2013 : Kamay ni Hesus, Lucban Quezon PH

Thank you for showing me how to love unconditionally. Thank you for teaching me that sometimes, love means not expecting anything in return. You gave me so much. Experiences, growth, and lessons I’ll carry for life. Even with all the betrayal, I won’t regret a single moment, not even the time I feel I wasted. Because it made me stronger. It made me whole again.

Maybe I wasn’t the one you needed. Maybe I was never the one you wanted to spend your forever with. But I understand now. I truly do.

Moving on from you has been hard. So instead, I’ll just move forward. It’s not that I’ve stopped loving you, because I haven’t, but I won’t stay stuck anymore. I’ve made peace with the fact that my journey continues without you in it. But I’ll take the lessons you left me. That part stays.

Sometimes, the smallest decision leads to the biggest change. And no—you don’t have to have everything figured out to begin again. You’ll make mistakes. You’ll feel like a mess. But progress isn’t always pretty. It’s still progress.

If I’ve learned anything about love, it’s this: it’s hard work. No one person can meet all your needs—but with the right effort and commitment, anything is possible. It’s about listening. It's about meeting halfway. It’s about growing together, even as you grow individually. You need space, independence, and the ability to create your own happiness.

And above all: you have to choose each other. Every single day.

You don’t have to chase love. The right one will find you. And when they do, you won’t need to ask to be treated right—they just will. They’ll learn how you love. They’ll speak your language, even when you haven’t said a word.

So take that leap, even when it’s terrifying. Even when it breaks you open.

Let your faith be bigger than your fear.

Still choosing faith,

Kaye

[orphicpoieses]

𝑨 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕

Music by Gavin Luke

Between the Lines Master Post

For a moment I drown. I drown in all those words, all those emotions. And I see you. I see you right before me. You reach out your hand and it is as if I could feel your presence.

A soft touch on my cheek. An encouraging smile. Your bright eyes, I could recognise them anytime, anywhere. Your lips form words but your voice resonates only in my head: „Dance with me. Only one dance. Only one melody. Let us enjoy a piece of eternity together.“ Sweet words which let me forget. Gentle, I reach out for you, caress your skin, feel your tight grip around my fingers while I let you kidnap me into the music. A secret play only we know. The secret longing of two souls. And while I drown in your presence, while I already feel your kiss on my lips, I come back to the surface. Back to the empty room. Back to my desk. An open notebook lies in front of me. Only one sentence is written on the blank pages: Dance with me.

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