whispersandwindowpanes

[whispersandwindowpanes]

It’s been a week…

Not my best one.

Not even close.

But I’m still here

a little quiet, a little worn out,

still peeking into the world

with a soft “hello.”

Because even on heavy weeks,

I show up in my own little way.

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I told him

get better before morning reaches me with a good morning from you.

So I’m giving up that time of mine with you… just for you to heal.

Laid you down gently,

kissed your forehead,

let you rest on top of me,

just the way that calms your storms.

Because tonight,

comfort is quiet…

and I’m here

holding all your tiredness till it fades.

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I stayed a little longer...

Not for me, not even for the stars outside.

Just for someone who didn’t even realize it.

And when I finally said good night,

It wasn’t out of anger,

It was a quiet kind of soft rebellion,

The kind where I take my heart back

And hand it to my bestie for safekeeping.

Because love should feel like a hug,

Not a silent wait.

And tonight, I chose warmth...

From someone who gets me, even without a word.

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The story begins on a snowy night...

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Far, far away… a little home,

Sooooo gentle, glowing quietly… full of life

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The scene opens from a wide window,

Warm yellow light hugging the room,

Making everything feel softer

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Two souls resting on a couch,

Tucked beneath a soft black blanket,

Hands wrapped around warm mugs of cocoa

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Eyes lost in the falling snow outside,

Slow and silver under moonlight

like pages from a forgotten fairytale

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Silence everywhere…

Except for the faint crackle of burning wood in fireplace,

Like a lullaby only the heart can hear

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Two different worlds…

Divided only by a single pane of glass

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One world,

Draped in a white hush of snow…

Cold, soul piercing, distant

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And the other?

So different…

Warmth wrapped in stillness,

Quiet breathing of love,

A little world made of

whispers, softness,

And everything gentle

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A world where no words are needed…

Just presence

Just peace…

Just us

[Dear diary, my Moonlight fell asleep, listening to this story, i carved for him)

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"Today felt like a quiet poem.

My sleepyhead was more tired than usual, the kind of tired that seeps into your bones...

So I stayed.

Recharged that soft heart with little things.

A cozy dinner in bed, slow conversations...

And then…

A story under an invisible starry sky.

My beloved tired little soul💞 drifted off somewhere between the snowfall and the warmth...

Oh, and that phone cover?

A little gift from my favorite human.

Quietly thoughtful, like always.

It’s not the big things, it never is. It’s the warmth between the lines, the hush between the hours."

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Hmph. But it’s not just that.

I act out sometimes… not to push him away,

but because I want to be pulled closer.

But the moment I stop being soft,

he vanishes, like love has rules,

like I'm only lovable when quiet and smiling.

What about the version of me

who’s aching loudly for attention,

who’s messy and needing,

who just wants to be seen—even when she’s not graceful?

I miss when he used to notice, even then.

I miss being held for all that I am,

not just the parts that behave.

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“Some things find their way back…”

Thanks to my dad...

I didn’t say a word. Didn’t drop a hint.

But somehow, the universe remembered what my heart quietly longed for.

After a few missteps, a few “Not quite right” moments…

It arrived, the exact shade, the familiar comfort,

Like something from a childhood dream melting softly in my hands.

And I didn’t even have to ask this time.

And now about him?

Earlier, I asked him gently, “Why so quiet?”

Only to hear the soft ache he didn’t want me to feel.

Didn’t want to ruin my mood, he said.

And suddenly the hug felt warmer,

The forehead kiss deeper,

The good night more sincere.

Funny how the smallest gestures carry the loudest love.

Tonight felt like the world wrapped me in strawberry and vanilla again.

(Exact same ice cream flavor which i craved for years)

A little reminder:

The right things come back,

Not always loudly…

But always tenderly.

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I'm dumbfounded.

Cheeks burning, heart racing... but in the softest, sweetest way.

I don't even know what to say, my head's a mess in the best kind of chaos.

Whatever this feeling is... It's loud. It's warm. It's everything at once.

I'll sleep now,

or maybe just try,

Because my heart is bursting, and it doesn't want to calm down.

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🌙 Diary Entry // Late Night Thoughts

I’m Smiling Like Crazy Tonight. Secretly. In The Dark.

No Music, No Noise. Just The Sound Of My Heart Doing Cartwheels.

I Don’t Even Know What To Say, I’m Just… Happy.

Like The Kind Of Happy That Makes You Hug Your Pillow Tighter And Kick Your Feet Like A Kid.

Yes, It’s About Him Again.

But No, I Won’t Tell You What He Said This Time.

Just Thinking About It Makes Me Shy All Over Again.

It Wasn’t Poetic. It Wasn’t Grand.

Just A Few Plain, Ordinary Words.

But He Said Them When I Expected Nothing

And Somehow That Made Them Everything.

I Don’t Know What To Say.

I Just Wanted To Tell Someone.

Tell The World, Even.

Because Tonight, In This Tiny Quiet Moment…

My Heart Feels Full. 💬💗

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"Communication"

It’s not just talking.

It’s not just replying.

It’s choosing to stay, even when it’s uncomfortable, even when emotions feel like a storm.

In a relationship, especially one as strong yet delicate as life partnership, communication is oxygen.

Without it, love suffocates.

Slowly. Silently. Painfully.

Spare the time, even when you're overwhelmed.

Even if it’s hard to speak, say something.

Even if you need a few minutes to breathe, come back.

Come back and tell them how it felt.

If they’re kind and genuine, they’ll listen.

They won’t run.

And if words fail, just sit together.

Say nothing. But stay.

Start with a word. Just one.

And watch what it can do.

It may take minutes. Hours.

But it’s worth it.

Because when we don't speak,

when we hide the grief,

when we let silence grow teeth...

it carves through skin and soul...

It hollows out the love...

And the relationship begins to crumble...

Slowly...

Quietly...

In the cold shadow of sorrow we never meant to build.

So speak. Or listen.

Or simply be there.

That alone can save everything.

"Closure"

(I’ve lived this.

I’ve watched something beautiful slowly unravel, not because there was no love, but because we didn’t talk when it mattered most.

We silenced ourselves out of pride, out of fear, out of exhaustion.

And in that silence, we lost each other.

And the worst part?

We didn’t even fight.

We just stopped showing up in the ways that counted.

So now, I speak. Even when my voice shakes.

I listen.

Even when it hurts.

Because if love is worth keeping, it’s worth talking through.

And that’s the truth I’ve learned the hardest way.)

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I'm angry. And disappointed.

Reason???

Because I expected something, just something, from him.

And he didn’t show up. Again.

I’m tired. Of this cycle. Of hoping. Of convincing myself that maybe this time will be different.

Is it time to let go?

Let him go without dragging him further down with my hopes and heartbreaks?

I’ve tried. So many times.

But I can’t.

Why???

Because I love him. So much it physically aches.

So much it makes no sense anymore.

I’m lost.

Tired of the back and forth.

Tired of feeling like I’m the only one fighting.

And maybe the saddest part is…

I feel like I’m not just disappointed in him.

I’m disappointed in me.

For not being stronger.

For still holding on.

For loving someone who doesn’t love me in the way I need.

I'm here again, just me, my aching heart and my silent tears streaming down my face...

In the dark where no one can see this tiny heart of mine, shattering, screaming in pain

Maybe I’m the real disappointment here.

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🌒 Diary entry // june 8, 2025

I woke up today with that strange feeling of being both behind and ahead of myself. like i’m not entirely where i should be, but also quietly proud of how far i’ve come.

I’ve been trying to rebuild myself slowly. not just physically, but mentally too. eating better, drinking more water, breathing deeper. not punishing myself for slipping up. trying to show up for the version of me who used to beg for change.

Some days i feel like i’m glowing from the inside out, and other days i feel dull and tired and nothing is working. but i think that’s just part of healing, learning to hold both the light and the shadow in your hands and still keep going.

Note to self: Soft progress is still progress. Stretch. Hydrate. Be kind. Keep going.✨

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25 posts!

It might not seem like much to some, but for me, it’s a quiet milestone. A small rebellion. A soft yet steady voice carving space in the noise.

To everyone who liked, reblogged, paused, or felt something in the words I’ve shared, 💕💕THANK YOU 💕💕.

You’ve done more than you know. You’ve made space for a version of me that often gets drowned out by the loudness of familiarity. The "ME" that’s too easily overlooked by those closest. The one that whispers, observes, aches, wonders and finally speaks.

Your kindness encourages me to keep turning my thoughts into words, giving them shape, rhythm, a place to land. A voice. A home.

You’ve shown me that I don’t have to scream to be heard. I just have to be honest.

Here’s to more words.

More connection.

More of me, unfiltered.

And more of you, meeting me here. 💌

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Spending the whole day together again.

Not sure where it's going to lead us, happiness, softness, distance, warmth, maybe all at once. Maybe none of it.

But we’re here. Still here. Hours drifting by with him beside me, in whatever form that takes.

It’s strange how natural it feels. Easy. Comfortable. Like we slipped into this day without even trying. Like the world paused just long enough for us to stretch time between us.

We’re not rushing it. Not labeling it. Just letting the day happen. Letting us happen.

So far, so good.

Let’s see where this goes.

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Update from the chronicles of academic rebellion, Day 2:

Woke up today with the noble intention of turning my life around. I said, “Today, I shall be a productive member of society.” I put on my best “I-have-my-life-together” outfit, packed my bag, and marched to campus like a responsible adult.

And then… I got there… stood in front of the classroom… stared into the void for 0.2 seconds… and said, “Nope.”

So naturally, I turned right around, dragged my emotionally confused self back home like a Netflix anti-hero in the middle of a personal crisis. Classes? Bunked. Effort? Minimal. Regret? Questionable.

Truly, a main character arc full of delusion, determination, and the seductive whisper of my bed calling me back. 🛏️✨

Catch me tomorrow, maybe actually attending something. Or maybe not. Who knows? We live in uncertainty and bad choices now. 💅

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Good morning to the world, the sun, the birds, and the distant sound of responsibilities crumbling. 🌞✨

Today I woke up, took one look at the clock, and said, “Absolutely not.” The sheer audacity of the morning trying to exist was offensive. So naturally, I declared it a collective day of rebellion. Not only did I skip my classes like the unbothered legend I am, but I also peer-pressured my innocent, hardworking friends into joining me in academic mutiny.

Yes, I dragged them down into the cozy abyss of blankets, snacks, and chaotic freedom. 😈 Because if I’m spiraling into laziness, we’re all going together. Group bonding, but make it irresponsible. No classes, no regrets, just vibes and bad decisions.

And honestly? 10/10. Would sabotage the academic system again. ✨