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1. the best feelings when you are feeling nothing.

2. the best feeling is music tells you where to go.

3. Feeling nothing is the best feeling ever.

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I think of the times when I left myself too open for other people, vulnerable...... Moments when I just let them in with arms wide open and allowed them to paint my skies with their colors.

I think about those times, and as much as I want to feel regret over the things that only ended in pain, what always linger are the good memories. What stay are the moments when I felt like someone’s listening to all the little things that hurt. To all my frustrations and silent cries to the rain....

The feeling of being understood for once. I think about those times and the only thing that floats in my mind is gratitude....

Now, my skies aren’t just my color, and my scars can tell the stories of how some things just don’t end up how we want them to. But I know I can look back and break a smile over the times when everything just felt a lot lighter. When magic didn’t feel all that impossible; when someone listened. I can treasure that.....

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Love is setting someone free.

Love is forgetting your own discomfort n putting theirs above.

Love is knowing when they need space to grow.

Love is letting them be.

Love is not being hurdle but taking part in theirs victory.

Love is being happy even though you had a rough day bcz they are happy.

Love is taking a decision n thinking how they will be effected.

Love is including them in your future.

Love is doing things you hate but still do bcz you know their smile will be worth it .

Love is respecting their opinions.

Love is when you trust them no explanation needed.

Love is holding their hand bcz yk how anxious they feel.

Love is when words are not needed just their presence around is enough.

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Sometimes, when the noise of the crowd drowns me or when I get lost in the sea of people walking around the city, I feel the tears creeping in. I get that sad realization that I've been walking a lot without exactly knowing where to go, and on the bus ride home, as I rest my head in the glass window, headphones on, I'd feel the hole in my chest like a little void in the universe.

Another day has passed.

For some, it's a day of promotion at work. Maybe an anniversary for a couple or a day to get a new dog for some kid. Pretty sure it's someone else's birthday and another wish was made, another dream.

And I'm here still figuring things out.

I promised myself that I will always move forward no matter what and I know I'll keep it. I guess I just can't help but be lonesome sometimes, for I always find myself wishing to the stars that wherever my best shot at life takes me, I hope that it's a place where peace and happiness are waiting. Until then, I'll take everything the world gives me and keep on walking.

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life is about listening to good music and finding 2-3 people you can be your complete unhinged self with

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After the thunderstorm had passed by.

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Everything blooms in its own time.

In fields of pink and white

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John wick 4 is absolutely masterpiece ❤️

Choreography, cinematography, action packedd and keanu pure art ✨

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I just want to make it.

I just want to watch my dreams turn into reality, make my loved ones proud, and see myself happy.

I just want to live normally, do what brings calm to my heart, and be where I am destined to be.

The world has been hard already. Adulting is cruel. People’s opinions are loud. Responsibilities are heavy.

I am scared of wasting time, failing myself, and having thousands of regrets.

I just want to make it.

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Good will hunting

#some people can never believe in themselves until someone believes in them

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THE LAST OF US - #It’s just deer meat

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—Charles Bukowski

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Most days of my life aren't memorable. Almost everything that happens within the day is just a reminiscent of yesterday,

even my thoughts. Sometimes I would fall silent and just feel sad realizing that. But every afternoon, when I'm on my way home, I would look at the sky and feel a tingle of excitement.

Hope. I would feel relieved at how every sunset looks the same yet so different. How it's just the same sun setting down on the same part of the world like it does every single day, but the clouds around it and the atmosphere paint the sky different colors, each one just as beautiful as the others. I'll smile to myself, realizing that the same goes for my life. It maybe repetitive for the most part, but the people around me, my thoughts and dreams—they all change its colors. And even on the days when they don't, just like the sun taught me, it's okay. They can still be beautiful.

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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”

— Kait Rokowski

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