#raw thoughts

[girl-trying-to-escape-reality]

Daily reminder

[withintheveil]

- Here is a poem for anyone going through illness, hardship, or silent pain.

Whispers of the Angel

I have heard death's whispers many times. It calls me like an old friend— a friend I’d rather stay away from, but a friend nonetheless.

He does not knock, nor does he wait for permission. He walks like shadow beside me, scary—but dutiful. An angel, bound not by malice, but by obedience to my Lord.

He does not speak. He simply stands when my soul trembles in sujood, when the wind stills at night, when my heart aches for things it cannot name.

He has seen the faces of kings and children, the lovers of dunya, and the lovers of Allah.

To the heedless, he comes like lightning— To the prepared, like a quiet pull toward home.

Sometimes I wonder if he’s near, when I can’t sleep. When my mother’s voice trembles in du’aa. When I feel too heavy for this earth, and too sinful for the sky.

But I know… He only moves when my Lord commands. He has no power of his own. He is not cruel. Just certain.

So I wait, not with eagerness, but with submission. Not with longing, but with hope.

That when he comes, he will not find me empty. He will not find me far.

Let him find me with Qur’an on my lips, and Allah in my heart. Let him take me, if I am ready.

And if I am not… then let me live only to become so.

-Ruhaya 🤍

[hauxicrook]

You know how Punjab defended that insanely low score the other night in the IPL? And everyone lost their minds, like wow, what a comeback, what a performance.

But then in the next match, they fail to defend a much higher total and people go, “Well, of course, that kind of thing doesn’t happen every time.” Which makes sense because it doesn’t

But here’s the thing: does that mean they’re suddenly a bad team now? Just because they couldn’t repeat the same extraordinary thing?

NO

They’re the same team. Still capable. Still skilled. It’s just that not every day is a record-breaking kind of day.

And I think that applies to life too.

Just because you’re struggling with something today, something you were able to handle before, doesn’t mean you’ve suddenly lost your edge.

It just means you’re human.Not every phase of your life is going to be your best.

Not every performance is going to be record-breaking.

That doesn’t make you any less capable than you were before.

You’ve just set the bar so high for yourself that now, being anything less than amazing feels like failure. But it’s not.

Cut yourself some slack.

You're still that person.

Just......not every phase has to be extraordinary. And that’s perfectly okay.

[nomoremaybe]

[dismembereddream]

Me: Maybe I’m faking all of this. Right?

Him: ....Maybe not. Maybe the real fake is the mask you were forced to wear to survive neglect and trauma. After all, you experience reality as 'fake' because you were trained to reject the reality of your own needs.

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....and somehow, it was more reassuring than all the hollow words and bright, empty comfort people toss around just to pretend everything's okay.

[stillnessframed]

Some thoughts that surfaced during a quiet walk…

For so long, I believed my life was something that happened to me. That my disability was a cage, my struggles were shackles, and my dreams were just foolish whispers in a world that had already decided my fate.

I blamed my body for holding me back. I blamed my past for making me small. I blamed my fears for keeping me stuck. But lately, a quiet voice inside me has been asking: What if the only thing truly holding me back… is me?

I’ve built a life that should feel safe. A comfortable home. A routine that keeps the chaos at bay. And yet, a part of me still aches. It aches for something wilder, freer, something untouched by expectations. I long for deep conversations, kindred spirits, and spaces where my soul feels seen. I long to dance in the rain, to laugh so hard my ribs hurt, to surround myself with people who get it - who get me.

But fear is a sneaky thing. It whispers: What if you don’t belong there either? What if you try and fail? What if you’re too different, too much, too weird?

And yet… what if I’m not?

What if the thing I’ve been searching for all along is already within me, waiting for permission to exist?

I don’t have all the answers, but I do know this: I don’t want to keep shrinking myself to fit into a life that feels too small. I don’t want to wake up years from now and realize I never let myself live.

So here’s to becoming. To unlearning. To stepping into the wild, unfiltered, deeply authentic version of myself that has been waiting for me all along.

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[slientstories]

Did you wish my death ?

I wondered what hatred was,

until I saw your eyes.

The eyes I thought held love for me,

now cold.

I saw your dark wishes in them

Your desires

Die.

Die.

Die.

Die.

They scream at me,

follow me,

wishing I’d finally hear them.

Your mouth,

once full of words for me,

Now holds silence.

No smiles.

Just stillness.

Never wanting to speak to me again.

I know you hate me,

I see it,

I feel it.

But if you want me to vanish,

Tell me.

Why?

What did I do

to deserve your hatred?

Please…

Tell me.

And if it’s worth it,

I’ll vanish for you

Did you wish me death today too…?

© Princess 2025. All rights reserved.

[kinysha]

"I Was Never Meant to Survive"

They wrote my name in quiet rooms,

sealed it inside walls I never built,

tied it to a fate I never chose.

I was meant to kneel,

meant to follow,

meant to obey,

meant to disappear into a story that was never mine.

But I?

I ripped the script from their hands,

walked through the wreckage,

barefoot, bleeding, unwanted.

They whispered unbreakable as they watched me splinter.

Called me strong when I swallowed silence instead of screaming.

But tell me—

what kind of strength is built on suffering?

I stood in the wreckage of who I was,

palms bloodied from holding on too long,

lungs choking on the smoke of what I couldn’t save,

waiting for mercy that never came.

But silence doesn’t hand out mercy.

And when the world begged for my obedience,

for my silence,

for my surrender—

I laughed.

Not because I was fearless,

but because I was done being afraid.

But let me tell you something they will never say:

I did not survive out of strength.

I survived because even breaking wasn’t an option.

Because even when I wanted to break,

to disappear,

to let go—

Even when I begged to disappear,

life kept dragging me back by the throat.

So now I stand.

Not whole.

Not healed.

Not forgiven.

Just here.

And sometimes, that's enough.

[lifeguardgodking]

Audio: A Monologue of Resilience

we all fall, we all fail, why do you get back up?

[revanou]

One day, you too will look ugly, a shadow of who you once were. You will reek of the smell of waste. Your body will look so unattended to as if left to rot. Your skin will lose all its vitality. You will shrink, a broken frame, fragile and skeletal. You'll feel more like a vessel of decay than a human. You'll feel the weight of your body, as if it holds you and forces you to suffer, like the prison it is, mocking you as you try to care for it. The pain, which now has become constant and unyielding, will carve into your face and under your eyes. Your once bright eyes will now dim with exhaustion.

[girl-trying-to-escape-reality]

Do not lose hope, please believe that there are a thousand beautiful things waiting for you. Sunshine comes to all who feel rain.

[soulsilhouette]

What I Won’t Say

I won’t tell you I’m okay,

Not today.

Not when the weight of pretending

Feels like a slow suffocation.

I won’t lie and say I’ve figured it out.

How to stay soft when the world sharpens its teeth,

How to love without wanting to be loved back,

How to sit still in the silence

Without begging it to speak.

The truth?

I’m a masterpiece of contradictions.

A lover afraid of love,

A fighter tired of fighting.

I crave freedom but cling to my chains

Because at least they’re familiar.

I’ve kissed my demons on the mouth,

Tasted their poison,

And still invited them back,

Because sometimes even the wrong things

Feel right in the dark.

I am not whole.

Not yet.

But I’m no longer breaking.

I’ve stitched my skin with threads of laughter,

Woven hope into the cracks.

And maybe that’s enough.

Maybe the mess, the ache, the 'not quite there yet'

Is all there ever is.

And maybe, just maybe,

That’s beautiful, too.

[velvetporcelain]

what happens when a witch falls in love with the wrong man?

by witch i mean— a woman who is born naturally tuned in to the spiritual world, whether she is aware or not. because witchy women have their spiritual gifts activated and are constantly tapping into different realities, whether consciously or unconsciously, being with the wrong man can be a hundred times as destructive as it normally would be. she gets stuck on a lower timeline- because she is so spiritually powerful and so attached to this man she can embed herself into a lower timeline running well past its normal lifespan. it will usually take the entire timeline, and therefore her life collapsing around her before she lets go.

this means she has no more energy left over to create her own dreams and gets stuck in his reality. —— but because of previous or parallel lives where she was a healer or even a sexual healer witchy women feel drawn to damaged men. —- if the man leans towards the energy vampire side, SHE WILL LET THIS MAN DRAIN ALL HER SPIRITUAL ENERGY IN AN ATTEMPT TO HEAL HIM.

he never heals.

instead—- ? she ends up losing all her spiritual powers.

witchy women have soft, sensitive hearts. they love deeply, have compassion for others, lovingly respect boundaries of others, and because of this, they expect everyone else to move through life the same way they do.

sadly, this means they end up connecting with men who consciously or unconsciously just want to steal their power. until they learn that most people are not like them, they constantly attract people who take advantage of them.

if you are manifesting love it is critical to see your love manifestation and love life as an aspect of your spiritual work. the right man will empower you, protect you, inspire you to step more deeply into your spiritual powers. — the wrong man will steal your powers.

-x

[nomoremaybe]

[dismembereddream]

I yearn for that kind of person.

The type who stays when the whole world labels you a walking red flag… including yourself.

Yet that person would still be here saying "Okay. Let’s talk about why you became the flag in the first place."

(image source: pinterest)