#riri verses🖋

[i-am-just-a-girli]

I can forgive my father for all his wrongs against me, if only he had treated my mother differently. It is an echo, of what my mother says, "He may not be a good husband, but he is a good father." How do I tell her that one cannot exist without the other? He will never be a good father. He is not good to my mother.

—Reva

[i-am-just-a-girli]

In the shadows of my love, a haunting truth lingers – my boundless affection, a curse veiled in desire. I dread the certainty of my impending ruin upon you, yet, entangled in selfishness, I refuse to release the grip of this heart that claws at your soul. You, dear one, unwittingly embody my twisted salvation.

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[i-am-just-a-girli]

"Please.....I need you."

"Sweetheart, I don't exist."

And I woke up.

[i-am-just-a-girli]

゜・（／。＼）・゜Introduction ゜・（／。＼）・゜

Hello there, Love! I'm Riri, the creator of this blog. My aim is to establish a welcoming space, not only for myself but for anyone who stumbles upon it. Let's keep things mysterious – I won't delve into details about myself as I am just another wandering lost soul in this realm of fiction, where we all are protagonists of our unique tales.

I trust your time here will be a delightful escape. If you decide to scroll through my blog, I wish for my posts to help you to unwind, and alleviate your stress. Your presence is truly valued, and I appreciate you investing your time here. Please do take a moment for self-care, hydrate, and always remember, dear reader, that you are loved. Enjoy your stay! 🌻💐

[i-am-just-a-girli]

I WISH I COULD DRAW 🎨.

I yearn for the ability to sketch, for whenever my gaze falls upon a scene of beauty or fascination, an insatiable desire to immortalize it through my artistic endeavors consumes me. Photography holds no allure; I yearn to breathe life into these visions through the strokes of my own hands. Alas, my artistic prowess falls short, and this pursuit is not my fervent passion. It is, instead, a selfish endeavor, a means to grapple with the tumult of my worries. Despite this, an unrelenting wish persists within me—to replicate with precision the sentiments and sights that stir my soul.

[i-am-just-a-girli]

Celestial Reverie

In realms ethereal, where starlight gleams,

Angels dance in cosmic dreams.

Their wings aglow with spectral moonlight,

They navigate the celestial choir.

In whispered verses, truths unfold,

Their wisdom ancient, tales untold.

With quills of stardust, they inscribe,

The secrets of the cosmic tribe.

They waltz through nebulae, with grace,

Adorning galaxies in lace.

Their minds, a tapestry of thought,

In realms of light, they're ever sought.

Through aeons vast, they've witnessed time,

They ponder riddles, reason, rhyme.

With eyes that pierce both space and soul,

They fathom mysteries, untold.

Yet, in their wisdom, tempered might,

They keep the balance, day and night.

For angels know, with insight keen,

That knowledge wields a tempered sheen.

So, in the firmament they dwell,

Guardians of a cosmic spell.

Their laughter echoes 'cross the sky,

Infinite wisdom, ever nigh.

[i-am-just-a-girli]

Greetings, kindred spirits, in your midst, Rhea is the name by which I exist, or any fond endearment that may tickle your fancy (should my sentiments sway, I shall unveil my thoughts without delay) 🪽

In youth's tender embrace, I dwell, a seeker of wisdom's grace.

Within my chronicle of musings, a tapestry diverse, shall you find. Movie verses, fanart's allure, poetic verse and thought entwined. Gothic echoes, academia's light, and shadows deep enthrall my mind.

No bounds constrain my interests, they roam, a boundless sea, uncharted, unknown.

A sanctuary, I aspire to forge, a haven for all, where hearts find reprieve. A kinship shared, an exchange of tales, where souls converge, in solace they believe.

So come, partake, and be at ease, within this realm, where spirits blend. Discover here, a glimpse profound, into the corridors where my thoughts transcend.

Gratitude I extend, for your company kind, in this space of mine.🪽

[i-am-just-a-girli]

“Children are not only innocent and curious but also optimistic and joyful, and essentially happy.”

—Baruch Spinoza

[i-am-just-a-girli]

Whispers of Envy

I find myself consumed by an inexplicable envy, a gnawing sensation that twists within me. It's a vile feeling, making my skin crawl and prompting nausea. Despite its repulsiveness, I can't escape it. Why do I feel this way? Is it my insatiable greed or an unfulfilled desire?

I envy friends who effortlessly enjoy life's pleasures without worrying about costs. The affluent, the famous, those attending prestigious institutions – I envy them all. It's not that my family hasn't provided; they've generously fulfilled every request. Yet, here I am, grappling with these repugnant emotions. Would they resent me if they knew? It feels like a betrayal despite their unwavering support.

I apologize to my fellow mates for harboring these feelings. The internal conflict is overwhelming. I've read that harboring negative thoughts is human, as long as we don't act upon them. But doesn't that make us all liars, projecting happiness while grappling with our internal struggles?

In the midst of this turmoil, I acknowledge a strange gratitude. Is it the juxtaposition of misery that enhances the beauty of our fleeting moments of joy? It's a tragic paradox, a journey through guilt and self-reflection, where the echoes of our sins never cease...

[i-am-just-a-girli]

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You know what truly captivates me? Going through my old or even current 'journal' (it's not your standard journal though, just an old notebook) and perusing its contents. Revisiting those bygone moments, savoring the sweet nostalgia...! However, I'm particularly awed by my current journal's substantial thickness; once a modest, run-of-the-mill notebook, it now boasts a voluminous character, unequivocally mine! Here resides not only my musings but a collection of my sentiments, emotions, writings, poems, insightful quotes, and an array of artistic expressions, from doodles to sketches. It is an archive of my being, and I cherish it deeply. ♡

[i-am-just-a-girli]

In the realm of poignant contemplation, whence doth these tears cascade, akin to nature's falls, from thine orbs to earth's embrace? What elusive quandary compels their ceaseless flow? Are they the solace for thine own soul, or tributes to the forsaken, unwept by kindred eyes? Why, I ponder, doth thine heart resonate this somber cry?.....

[i-am-just-a-girli]

A Poet's Heartbeat

In silence, my words may stumble and stray,

Yet within, a poetic heartbeat holds its sway.

No eloquence in lines that I compose,

Yet feelings bloom, and emotion flows.

A humble attempt, though the verses may falter,

In the realm of feeling, I find my altar.

For poetry lives not just in crafted lines,

But in the heart's echoes, where resonance intertwines.

[i-am-just-a-girli]

....Am I.....*gulps*...Am I so hard to love?

[i-am-just-a-girli]

To venture into love's embrace, a daring feat,

Yet to surrender without assurance, a perilous defeat.

To abstain from love's tender hold, a lamentable plight,

A curse, a sin, to shroud one's heart in perpetual night.