#ninasdrafts

[ninasdrafts]

Happy New Year🎆💞

I have a pen name now!

It's been quiet on here for the past months, but I want to thank you for your continuing support. The coming months will be just as busy for me - we're still renovating. Besides the time-consuming plans regarding our future home, I've been focused on finishing my book. I will start querying This Darkness is a Part of Me at some point later this year. My plans for this account aren't finalised, but I've grown and changed as a writer, so I've realised it's also time for a change on here.

Let me re-introduce myself: I'm Nina J. Rab, 29 years old and I'm an author from Germany.

Note: I'm keeping the user ninasdrafts on tumblr for now, because my journey started here🤍 I'm now Nina J. Rab (ninajrab) on all other socials.

[inevitable-trash]

Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33

okay sooo ummm I have been on Tumblr since many years and some of the blogs that i really really reallllllyyy love alot are ,- @ayushtic @inkskinned @ninasdrafts @iwajidshaikh these are my absolute favourite there's another one Rainberry's blog which is deactivated right now, Also,

Even though i have been on Tumblr for so long but it's just very recent that i have started following people from the desi side of Tumblr which obviously i should have done long long long loooooonnnnnnggggggggggg time ago ! and i would love to give these beautiful humans a huge shoutout - @numpypandas @maihonhassan @fancyturtlementality @shyam-kariya @aurkitnarulaoge @tumkokyubataye @maintohthakgayibhaishaab @mainsamayhoon Thank you for being the way you all are and I just wanna say that may universe answers all your prayers 🌸

[renee-writer]

I find it both fascinating and terrifying that everyone has their own story to tell and yet we barely manage to catch the smallest glimpses of them. We judge someone on what we think we know about them, and it hardly ever occurs to us that the only thing we really know is the way people present themselves to others. We only ever get to see the good parts they decide to show us. It's scary to think that there is a girl we all know who hides her bruises underneath heavy scarves and turtlenecks, and her pain behind a smile. That the boy around the corner cries himself to sleep every night because he can't find it in himself to get up every morning and face the world that's always been too hard on him. We pass men in the streets who just broke up with their girlfriends, their hearts heavy with grief because they would pull down the stars for them but don't feel like they're enough. We meet people who cheated and others who were cheated on, we talk to people who buried their darkest secrets so deep in their hearts, they wonder why they poison them from within. We talk about the most basic things, but we never learn that these people may still suffer from their parents' divorce, that they lost the love of their life, that they have a brother or a mother or a father they don't speak to anymore. That they wish they had someone to talk to about these kind of things, the relevant things, the strokes of fate and tragedies that really make us who we are and shape us as people. Strangers you’ve never met could have gone through the same thing you did. People you've known all your life could be struggling to hold on, to keep fighting - and you’d never know. It's frightening, isn't it? We only ever see what others want us to see. And that's why we shouldn't be so quick to judge.

ninasdrafts on Tumblr

[theprocast]

What if I told you I was sorry for all the things I never said to you, for the confessions I buried so selfishly in the depths of my ribcage? Would you forgive me for the stories I kept to myself? Would you ask me to unearth them, to finally voice the words I only ever repeated to myself in the dark? Would you tell me it was too late to dig up things that had died a long time ago, that had lost their meaning a little more with every day you didn't get to hear them? Would you even stay and listen?

everything I didn’t say / n.j.

[carasofia-blog]

[haleyincarnate]

5 years from now by N.J. (@ninasdrafts)

[olivia-benford-blog]

HIGH, I’M OLIVIA

WELCOME TO MY TUMBLR. I CAN TURN THAT COLD HEART OF YOURS INTO GOLD, OR SIMPLY SPIN YOUR HEAD WITH MAGICAL STORIES OF INNOCENCE, LOVE, THOUGHTS, AND ADVENTURES THAT’LL OPEN YOUR EYES, EASE YOUR MIND, AND KEEP WARMTH WITHIN YOUR HEART. YOU’VE GOTTA GET LOST IN ORDER TO FIND THE BEAUTIFUL PERSON YOU ARE, RIGHT? 

WELCOME DREAMERS OF NEVERLAND......

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

Falling out of love.

Emily Dickinson // illustration by @/peopleiveloved on ig // Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You // Taylor Swift, Gold Rush // Ben Davis, Sr. // artwork by @/lettersformagnolia on ig // radio silence by @ninasdrafts // illustration by @/today.i.am.sad on ig

[melancholykiwi]

C!beeduo falling out of love

@daemonishy // The Night We Met, Lord Huron // radio silence, @/ninasdrafts // Hamlet, William Shakespeare // never meant to know, ctubbolore

[ninasdrafts]

Hey there, I'm not really writing to post at the moment because I'm so busy. But I'm still working on my book, and if you'd like updates on that, you should follow me on twitter - it's ninasdrafts.

[farkive]

Healing.

let me tell you a fact: healing is not easy. even if you feel like you can let go, or you feel like you're fully moved, there can still be a scenario that will feel like a blow to your chest. you will have the days where you feel you have made no progress. some days will be difficult. and these difficult days might not be happen at the first day of your journey. it can still happen after you’ve been okay for months, or years. it can be as simple as hearing some words that reminds you of the specific time, or stumbling over a photo when you not intentionally scrolling your gallery, or even as small as listening to the lyrics that hits you so much. its a small things, but its enough to bring you back to that time. but, you have to remember that healing isn’t easy. as i know from ninasdraft (a famous writer on tumblr if im not mistaken) said that healing isn’t linear. there’s no straight line from beginning to end. there will be setbacks. there will be days when you think you can’t do it and you have made no progress. we might all have a different triggers, but please remember: healing takes time, no matter how much. there will be setbacks, and thats okay.

—inspired by ninasdraft

[theprocast]

But some people are different. Some people show you things you’ve never seen before, things you’ve never felt before. And everything suddenly makes sense. Everything falls into place. Pieces that once didn’t fit suddenly have the right shape. You understand that before things just weren’t quite right, that everyone who came and went never treated you like you deserved, never really showed you how much they cared, how much you meant to them, and you thought it was normal. You thought you just had to accept that you were always the one to give, but to never receive anything in turn. But that’s not true. That’s not true at all. You have to open your eyes. You have to listen to your heart for once, trust your gut feeling and not that stubborn head of yours, and you will find these people. The only difficult thing is to recognise them for what they are and to not send them away because of the doubts you carry in the very depths of your soul, because of the goodbyes you already carry on your tongue. Because you were never one to wear your heart on your sleeve and you don’t think you deserve that kind of love. But you do. You do, whether it comes in the shape of a friendship for life or in meeting your significant other. Just please don’t give up. Please don’t think that you’ve seen it all when there are people out there dying to be a part of your life. To walk right into it, to make a mess of things and rearrange them in a pattern you never thought possible. Please don’t think you will never find this kind of love. For all you know, it could be waiting right around the corner.

this kind of love / n.j.

[drownedintoabyss]

"Here’s to the people we said goodbye to, even though all we ever wanted was to hold on to them, begging them to stay. Here’s to those of us who still think of someone who’s long gone and struggle to let go. Here’s to the people we miss so much that the mere thought of them feels like a knife to the throat. Here’s to chances we didn’t take because the fear of failing was more than something that crossed our minds, it was a tangible thing that seeped into our skin and paralysed our bones. Here’s to the tears we allow to stream down our cheeks before we fall asleep at night so no one sees. Here’s to the love we have given over the years, the pieces of our hearts we handed out and never got back.

Here’s to feelings we had to hide and fake smiles we plastered on our faces to uphold our charades. Here’s to whatever obstacle we've had to overcome, whatever battle we've had to fight, whatever pain we've had to feel, to make us kinder and better people - to make us evolve and grow. Here’s to everyone who believes in something more, in magic, in love, in the power of dreams and faith and everyone who has something to fight for. Here’s to everything that made us who we are today. Every glorious thing, the mountains we had to climb, the stars we had to count. Here’s to our ordinary lives we never fail to turn into something extraordinary. Here’s to our beautiful selves, raw and real, a reminder that life is not a line or a constant, but a vivid creature with its ups and downs and that all inconveniences considered, we're doing pretty damn great."

— ninasdrafts

Art by: ayepixel

[sunflower-that-blooms]

Gentle reminder of the day: You are not enough - you are so much more than just enough. You are so much more. one reminder a day #1 / n.j. Via @ninasdrafts (gots to credit our writers )

❤️

[sheismei]

“You’ve lost someone and it hurts. I am not here to tell you that it’ll be better in two weeks, or a month, or a year. I won’t tell you that you’re in pain right now, but that it’ll fade in time. I won’t tell you that you’ll get over it soon. I won’t say that the sun will still rise tomorrow and that a good night’s sleep can change anything. I won’t say that others have it worse, or that you have to get a grip on yourself or tell you to stop crying. I won’t tell you any of these things - they won’t help you.

Instead I am telling you now to take your time. To keep in mind that everybody lets go, moves on and heals at their own pace and that no one will ever understand your struggles like you do. Some people need a week, others need two years. Just promise me one thing: whenever you feel ready to do so, pick yourself up off the ground, and if you can’t do it on your own, let others help you.

Allow your friends and people you trust to hold your hand along the way. Take tiny steps. Take a few steps back, if you have to. Don’t hold back the tears. Move at your own pace, no matter what anyone tells you. But move. Don’t stand still, promise me that you won’t.

Don’t do it for me. Don’t do it for them. Do it for yourself. You’ve lost someone and it hurts, I know. I am here to tell you that you’re going to be okay, no matter how long it takes you to feel that way.”

@ninasdrafts ❤️

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It really hurts that some people are making fun of my situation right now and mocking me for what happened, telling me stuffs like "it's your own fault" "you're such a joke, you deserve that" "aww can't relate how it feels like to be loved?" if you only knew how your "little words" cuts deep. We have our own pain limitations and coping mechanisms. So don't ever compare your pain with others. For it may have been easy on you but you don't know how it has been affecting them.

And the thing that hurts me the most is that those words actually came from some of my so called "friends".

But still, I'm thankful for those who stayed by my side and been helping me to move forward ever since. For those who cried with me in silence, for those who pat my back. For those who's been checking on me. I'm thankful for those who keep up with me at night, for those who listens to the same drama over and over again. For those who understand and stayed. For those who actually have the courage to slap me with the truth and caressed my cheeks with care and love.

I know I can get through this. I just need time.....

time to heal, time to cry and time to forget.

For my friends, let me apologize in advance for there will be times that I will distance myself, I won't be able to check and message you everyday. You might not even hear from me for a week or two. There will be times that I would choose to be with myself than to be with you guys. But that doesn't mean I love you all any less. I'm here, I will always be here. I love and appreciate all of you. Just bear with me for a while, while I'm still trying to sort and figure everything out.

In God's perfect timing, I will be whole again, and when that time comes, I won't let anybody and anyone destroy me and wreck the shit out of me again.

[resurgances]

“memories stay the same, no matter if you choose to relive them or ignore them. But the people in those memories might change. They might change and no matter how much you wish you could live inside those fragments of your past, it won’t make them come back.”

—

memory keeper

/ n.j. (via ninasdrafts)