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It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Maa

You brought me into this world, you nurtured me and allowed me to grow. You protected me and allowed me to see the World. You accepted my flaws and told me the right things when I went wrong. You sent me to school, then college, and finally I fought and went away. You were hurt but you went along the plan. To stay in touch, never forget about you or my roots and be safe is all you ever asked for. I said things that I shouldn't have, I said and did things that I now wish I could take back. I told you I hated you. And yet, you forgave me and loved me unconditionally. You protected me like a father and treated me like a princess. I love you, Maa. I always have and always will. Some day, when you are no longer around, I'll miss you and wish to be with you. But on days when I can't control my anger, I think to myself that this day you would set me free. But none of that is true, Maa. When you leave, you know you'll take the biggest part of me. After all, you're the one who taught me to breathe, Maa. Can't you see? The truth is, not everyone is as lucky. Some are gifted with none, some have two and some have one. But I'm one lucky kid. I've been blessed with THREE; My Sister, You and Granny. :)

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Two-year-old Albert Apsassin feeling the spirit at National Indigenous Peoples Day in Camrose, Alberta.

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haha um

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I’m the kind of girlfriend that would take random pictures of you just because I admire you so much

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This day. You and I. Forever etched in my memory, as you stole my heart and took me by surprise.. While the rest of the world was busy admiring the lovely blue sky.. 🖤 - P.S 🌸 #youandi #petalsharma #memoriesforlife #alotlikelove #bluesky #skyporn #nofilter #hujicam https://www.instagram.com/p/B_pnRsnp67KxHQKPwgcYXye5WYyFOcaOTCe8fs0/?igshid=113yx13040ybh

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Some love stories, with no matter how great a beginning, how nail-biting the climax, end with two people going their separate ways. But the end isn't always bitter. It doesn't mean it wasn't real. It doesn't mean they stopped loving each other. It just means that their life goals couldn't be reached together. So they parted, in order to support each other, one last time. - P.S 🌸 Welcoming a sunny March with a mind open to all possibilities. :) #nofilter #undyingloveforflowers #ps #petalsharma #sunnymarch #theend #newbeginnings https://www.instagram.com/p/B9N7t8cpcdyDTdd22eBoaSWKgI4HDacdr3onLA0/?igshid=1q8f47pgeqvpe

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(SUBLIMINAL)

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Rejection Hurts

Thursday, 30th January 2020, 10:42pm

It hits you hard. Even in your late twenties, the blow is just as hard. Each time it hits you, you wish fate wouldn't play another cruel card. When the moment passes, you teach yourself to remember it as a lesson. But the very next second, all your old wounds begin to open. No matter how hard you try to shut your ego, Rejection hurts.

Each time you tell yourself this was the last time, never again. You blame expectations as you try to kill them, but all in vain. Your heart shatters and you begin to doubt your worth. For those moments, your rejector becomes the most important being on Earth. You can prepare yourself all you wish, but when it hits, you'll remember someone penned these words, Rejection hurts.

Sore eyes find a stranger's reflection in the mirror the next day. You feel like an ugly duckling, almost like a mistreated princess from a fairy-tale. But you always find yourself feeling braver than before Ready to face the next failure.

Yet, you'll never be ready for the tears that fall uncontrollably from your eyes, You just can't be ready enough for all those emotional outbursts.

Because rejection fuckin' hurts!

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A decade has passed..

Hey,

It's been a while since I ghosted Tumblr.. Sincerest apologies for not posting much (any) content.

So now that I'm back, I was wondering what all you beautiful souls have been upto?

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I used to think loneliness was like an endless sea, But then I realised that it can't possibly be a water body. Water bodies inhabit so many living organisms, they're home to creatures and the water is a necessary resource for our existence.. Plus water evaporates, and it sure isn't endlessly present. Loneliness is like outer space. It's vast, and never ending. With twinkling sources of light at every turn.. But littered with black holes that seem to suck you into a void of nothingness for long periods of time. It's a place where you burn and often feel like you're dim enough to turn into a shooting star.. A place where you can barely hear your own self, so it seems pointless calling out for help. It is a dark place, where your future seems bleak because there seems to be no way out. Because how do you get “OUT” of “OUTER” space..? - P.S 🌸 https://www.instagram.com/p/B2lUUcPnPN0X113YHG1wT00HKTDM1aHEhosJp00/?igshid=14id1opfww3f2

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Catharsis. #ps #latenightthoughts #petalsharma #phoenix #catharsis #mood https://www.instagram.com/p/BzSKVO6nCoTUpchvtltAgrM4LzblI25Qw3YRiI0/?igshid=aduab66meek7

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What does one do when every remaining ounce of courage in our body drips like honey from a broken glass jar. What if I am the broken glass jar slowly and steadily devoid of strength.

If you feel so broken, and your strength to go on is dripping away.. I'm sorry for who/what made you this way. You need to find (you possibly already know) what broke you and let that seep out of your life. Because as great an analogy this sounds, it's just as illogical.A jar of honey, once broken, will surely lose every ounce of its contents unless you fix where it's broken (it might still leak) and you fill it up again.But as a human being, you're the magical jar that can break and fix itself over and over.. it's just in that moment when you're hurt, there is this shadow of hopelessness that makes you forget that the courage will come back. It will. And you will feel better. Because you're not as breakable as a jar of honey.You have to give yourself time to heal. Maybe you can begin by not comparing yourself to broken jars. :)Love and strength to you, stranger.

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The World turned Legal - HNY!

3rd January 2018 3:56pm There comes a point in your life when you realize the importance of family. It’s a paradox that nobody has ever come to terms with, but we grow into it as children. It begins once we develop an attachment to an individual, whilst simultaneously developing a fear of losing that individual. The unconditional expectation of waking up to their face when you open your dreamy eyes; the fuzzy feeling you get when someone wraps their arm around you to shelter you from the blistering cold; the open sun-roof that sets you free when family is behind the wheel; the smell of your favourite food when you’ve been starving yourself all day over a jilted lover; the thoughtful smile that paints the world outside when you reminisce a festivity at home, that’s the love you feel for family. Family is found inside the four-walls of your house, and it is found even in the darkest corners of the world. The bond that we call friendship, also, stems from family. Family is limited to, but not bound by blood. Friendship is family. Cheers to a new year with family that extends and grows with each passing day! HELLO, 2018! 🌸

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Striped Blue Shirt

22/11/2017 2:03pm

It always happens unexpectedly. I woke up this morning and decided I won't sulk. My thoughts ranging from "don't be delusional, happiness is a state of mind" to "what about the rest of the day?"; nevertheless, I awoke with a smile on my face, as the bright screen of my phone lit up. I sulked when I realized I had to bathe, I sulked as I brushed my teeth and I sulked when I was helping Maa dry the laundry. But, that is precisely when I began to smile from ear to ear. I noticed that familiar white shirt with light blue stripes, with the semi-faded marks that my peers had made on that fateful winter afternoon in 2012, better reminisced as ‘Scribble Day’. It was a punch right in the gut when I realized I was sitting across from a shirt that was mocking me, silently repeating and chanting "you've grown up", "you're old"; "Nah-uh!", I thought out loud and unfolded the crumpled mess that my old school shirt was. I took a second to admire the fact that it still managed to look brand new, except for the marks that it had been holding on to since the past 5 years.

The crisp collar got my attention first because only one person left his mark there and I called him up immediately. I came across some 20 inspirational, yet funny messages and decided on writing this post as I read each one out to this endearing friend of mine. We laughed at the irony that Maa washed away someone's pink ink and that I am still trying to figure out who wrote that to me.

Of all the beautiful scribbles, one nameless message that remains etched in a black marker is, I believe, from a beautiful lady I intend to meet very soon. We got back in touch almost a week ago and I’m even more ecstatic to meet her now!

Ah, the power of a fabric softener filled memory.

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Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.

David Foster Wallace (via quotemadness)