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Outside my door where silence grows,

A blushing bloom in quiet shows.

It sways with grace, in rain or sun,

As if it waits for only one.

A tender guard with petals true—

If flowers could speak, they’d speak of you. 😊🥰

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Stumbled upon a line today —

not mine, but it moved something in me.

“Perfection is cold.

Mistakes are where the soul breathes.”

P.S. A perfect expression of the fact that in imperfection lies the heart of every story, every innovation, and every invention.

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Thought Tumblr was for artists and writers.

Turns out, it's just another corner of the internet crawling with sugar daddies, bored men, and poetic creeps looking for soft places to land — and women to sweet- - talk into something else.

I came here to share my work, not to play text therapist or midnight fantasy. Not every woman posting is lonely, desperate, or “looking.” Some of us are just living. Creating. Minding our business.

Ladies - take it from me:

Choose your platforms and your intentions wisely.

Because they're choosing theirs — and it's - not always what they pretend it is. 😡

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“Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.” 😝🥹

~ Jules Renard

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Dressed like I’ve got a meeting with destiny… and she’s running late. 😏

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are you married, i am 26 and i think i have a crush on you :D

No, I am not married.

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how young are you? maybe not your exact age but a ball park figure

I am 34

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I’m pretty — but I’m also pretty fierce when it comes to protecting my peace of mind.

I have a soft heart, but disrespect me and I’ll show you the door — with a soft gaze and calm voice.

I’m loving and caring, but take me for granted and I would love to remind you of your place — in my life, and in this world.

Statutory Warning:

Grace doesn’t mean tolerance.

Affection doesn’t mean you get a lifetime pass.

I’m sugar, spice, and a quietly sharpened sword — handle with elegance, or bleed arrogance.

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Stop rubbing me the wrong way. One of my souls is a cat 🐈. Not the cute kind. The kind that knocks things off shelves just to watch them fall. Claws retracted. For now.

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Close-ups are scary — be it in pictures or real life because they mean being vulnerable. And vulnerability comes with fears… fear of rejection, betrayal, and getting hurt. But it’s these close-ups only that help us build the most beautiful bonds because it’s only when someone sees the real you and still accepts you, that something true begins.

So, here it is… a close-up with reality, with frizzy hair, no filters, and a sweatshirt that’s seen better days. But hey — this is me. And if you’re still here reading this… you just might be my kind of human. 😉

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The hills stood still, the trees breathed gently, and in that quiet, it felt like the world was holding its breath… just waiting for love to find its way home — to me ❣️

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When you’re too tired for makeup but still decide to test fate with the front camera. High risk, medium reward, lots of honesty. 🙃💁‍♀️📷

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Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

It’s been six years since you left us, but not a moment goes by when I don’t wonder what you would have said or how you might have reacted to the choices I’ve made. A lot has changed since then… your once-timid little princess has grown into a warrior — fiercely guarding her heart, yet still carrying the softness and kindness you always said were the most valuable traits a person could have.

But even warriors have their moments of vulnerability. There are days I feel unseen, rejected, and afraid — and I long to run back into your arms, just like I used to when the darkness scared me, and I’d look around… for you, Dad — my anchor, my protector.

And then there are the little victories — moments I wish I could share with you, tell you how far I’ve come, and how much of that strength came from you. I try every day to live in a way that would make you proud, hoping that when we meet again, you’ll smile and say, “You did just fine, my girl.”

I miss you always… love you forever. 🌻

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I had a serendipitous moment last night. As I was off to bed — not in too high spirits (usually it’s the moment I wait for all day, when I can finally bury all my worries and frustrations in a deep sleep) — a friend sent something. Nothing grand, but interesting and cute nonetheless, which made me smile. And just like that, I slept better.

And honestly, isn’t that what serendipity is all about — finding something you didn’t even know you needed, until the moment you found it?

Anyway, coming back to the point — it’s a heart… with a twist. The kind that knocks gently and decides to stay for breakfast. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll find its way to your table too. 🙂🥹

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Why is it that the moment a guy finds out a woman’s falling for him, he suddenly starts acting like he’s won the championship and can just chill? 😏💁‍♀️

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Gathered wildflowers in the swirl of my dress and fireflies in the hush of my gaze — as if I were made of a little spring, a little starlight.

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Lilies are one of my favourite flowers. My earliest memory of them goes back to my ancestral home, where I’d spend an hour each evening in the garden with my grandfather. Those moments were sacred — he patiently taught me how to care for lilies, reminding me that, like children, plants need love, attention, and patience, just as our parents show us.

I still remember how much I loved watering the plants with the garden hose. When no one was looking, I’d tilt the pipe upward, press a finger to the mouth to make a fountain, and dance under the spray. By the end, I’d be as soaked as the plants — muddy feet, wet clothes, and a heart full of joy. 🙂😝🥳