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It’s been five months since we parted ways.

I still feel the ghost of you, drifting in and out,

But I’m learning I’m better off here, on my own.

I’ve grown—patient, resilient, on a path towards something greater.

No longer do I sleep with a weight on my chest,

Or wake, hoping you’ll be there in the quiet light.

You chose her. And sometimes, I wonder:

Was it always her, with me just a shadow in between?

The irony stings. I’ve become all you wanted,

But this version of me isn’t yours to hold.

She’s waiting for someone who understands love’s promise—

Someone who holds it like a gift, not a burden.

I don’t know where life has taken you,

But I wonder, do you regret the choices you made?

Do you ever think, just for a moment,

That leaving me was the mistake you’ll always carry?

I ask only one thing from the universe:

Let our paths never cross again.

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Love is the thread that binds us, even in the absence of physical presence, connecting hearts with an invisible string.

Being in love is an indescribable joy, one that I was fortunate enough to experience intimately. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I was captivated by his presence. Tall and statuesque, he carried himself with an effortless grace that commanded attention. His features were chiseled with a jawline that could cut through steel and eyes that held the depth of the ocean.

But it wasn’t just his outward appearance that drew me in; it was the way he made me feel. With a smile that could brighten even the darkest of days, he had a way of making me feel like the most special person in the world. Every laugh, every touch, sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed.

Our love was like a whirlwind, sweeping us off our feet and carrying us to heights we never thought possible. He was my rock, my anchor in a sea of uncertainty. His love gave me strength, bolstering me through life’s trials and tribulations. I couldn’t imagine my life without him by my side.

As I reflect on our time together, the longing for his presence intensifies, resonating with every beat of my heart. My heart beats only for him because it was made to beat for him. It’s ironic that today would have been our 10th month anniversary. His absence has left a void that no one else can fill, and I yearn for the warmth of his embrace and the joy of his laughter. He was my world, and though our paths have diverged, I hold onto the hope that fate will one day bring us back together. Our love was real, and I carry it with me always, believing in the possibility of our reunion.

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a little lonely. a little empty.

olivia laing / fernando pessoa / charles bukowski / unknown / rachel ingalls / lindsay gibson / suzanne rivecca

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I feel so empty. All the time. I just want it to stop.

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And you were gone.....

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I’ve finally realized my problem.

I am lonely.

It’s a simple as that. I’m just very very lonely.

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What it's like not to feel like shit every day? I really want to know

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In the quiet moments of contemplation, my thoughts drift to a poignant question I would pose to the divine. “Why, in the tapestry of my life, have I been destined to grapple with the profound ache of isolation, the persistent sense of not quite fitting in, and the burden of feeling like an unwelcome presence? Why was I denied the luxury of a carefree childhood, forced instead to confront the weighty mantle of premature maturity, grappling with responsibilities that seemed to belong to a distant, older version of myself? Why were the innocent joys of youth a distant dream, while the specter of financial caution loomed large, urging me to tread cautiously where others danced carefree? Why, in the delicate dance of existence, were the comforting pillars of selfless grandparents and reassuringly conventional parents absent, leaving me to navigate the labyrinth of life with an unsettling sense of abandonment? Oh, why must the echoes of insecurity and hurtful labels reverberate in the chambers of my consciousness, leaving me to question my very essence and worth? Why, in this vast expanse of human experience, must my journey be riddled with the thorns of adversity, obscuring the radiant bloom of hope that seems just beyond my grasp?

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As the festival of Diwali draws near, I can’t help but notice the palpable excitement in the air. It’s the time when everyone seems to be gearing up for joyous celebrations, but for me, it seems to bring out a poignant reminder of my own loneliness. The vibrant images of people reveling in the festivities on my Instagram feed only serve to accentuate my sense of exclusion. Each picture, each story, seems to underline the stark reality of my seclusion, amplifying the ache in my heart.Even when I turn to my boyfriend for solace, a wave of self-consciousness washes over me. I can’t help but feel like a burden on him, particularly when I sense his exhaustion from the endless social obligations, the parties, and the relentless pressure to participate. In contrast, I find myself silently yearning for an invitation, a chance to be a part of the festivities, to revel in the warmth of companionship, and to bask in the joy of shared moments.Yet, as the familiar time of Diwali rolls around once more, I find myself resigned to the familiar pattern of sulking, enveloped in the shadows of my own solitude, unable to escape the relentless pang of longing for the company of friends, especially female friends, and the simple pleasure of being included in the festivities.

Happy Diwali :)

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the craziest thing about being alive is that you have to live with other people’s interpretations of you

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So I was going through my previous years batch photos and I finally get to say tomorrow (11th of march 2022) I’m clicking my last batch photo with the school, can’t believe it's finally over, it comes to an end. I finally get to say I'm done going to this place, or I don’t want to go mom I hate school please can I take a leave today. The only problem is I can never say that now it finally is over. A lot of people are happy including me but deep down I fear I won't be able to leave school behind, it may leave me but I won't be able to leave it. You know when going to school or some school party I hate a lot of people who are present but I kind of feel a little comfort when I see my batchmates around me, like oh I know this person he/she dated or is a nerd, I just know people but that comfort is what will kill me within next few weeks when I stop seeing my batchmates I may hate them but the comfort in knowing that I grew with them as a person is something I won’t ever forget. I may be emotional right now and I obviously will hate writing this later but I will miss them deep down, I won't miss the teachers though. I just have one problem though how do people cope when school is finished how do you leave that life behind? Because right now I need every tip or advice because I'm gonna miss it. Can’t believe it's finally ended. I finally get to say FUCK YOU SCHOOL.

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I saw a crying kid and asked him where his parents were.

And that’s how I lost my job at the orphanage.

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get to know me meme: 5/15 favourite tv shows ♡ the society (2019-present)

“For ten days now, we’ve locked ourselves in our houses and cried ourselves to sleep. Asked, “What is this place that looks like home?” And, “Why are we here?” What we know for certain is that the sun came up not too long ago, at 5:41 a. m. Which is how it should be, heading towards the summer solstice. But at the train station, the 7:10 to New York never arrived. Neither did the 7:25. No trains arrived yesterday. Or the day before. Or the day before that. Some people believed that we would wake up from this, and the dream would be over, and that everything would, again, be like it was before. Ten days is a long time to believe that. But the sun just keeps coming up every day, and you can’t cry forever. You have to put your shoes on, you have to eat, you have to have hope. Don’t you? Because who knows? Maybe tomorrow.“

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I want s2 ffs

THIS LITERALLY IS THE MOST GORGEOUS GROUP OF PEOPLE IVE EVER SEEN

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i wish I was an otter that didn’t know what social media was. I would be floating with my rocks and giving myself face massages

🦦

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The only thing I’m good at is reposting @angsty-sub quotes.

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*me flirting*

so… have you… learned anything interesting lately?