[amirakhaledd]

Knowing her

You think you know her well

because you’ve been through similar

situations and issues.

However, you still don’t really know her.

Do you want to know why?

It’s because you don’t look deep into

her eyes, it’s because you don’t see the

pain behind her smile, it’s because you

don’t understand her silence.

What you don’t know is that she’s

noticed every single tiny detail about

you, so she knows you while you don’t

know her that well.

You may know her name, age, pain,

location, phone number, but

you never actually knew her, you never

unearthed her soul or even her heart

without her having to explain herself.

You saw her hurt, but you never knew

that behind her calmness there

was chaos because she was so good

at hiding things and you

didn’t bother to know or care or ask.

[versesofourhearts]

-versesofourhearts

[serendipityscrible-deactivated2]

“If I trust you with my wounds, you’ve already won my heart.”

[irisili0]

Forgive yourself for all the wrong things you did just to be loved.

[nxv]

she’s a 10 but still healing from things she didn’t deserve

[nixscriptum]

why I write. ( II )

[aidashakur]

[vollzeitherz-deactivated2025120]

People love the idea of you until they meet the parts that don’t fit their script.

[arabianblogger]

بلديْ..

[anastasiasyah]

“I learned to dance with melancholy. I learned to wear my wounds like armor. I learned to forgive myself. I’d tell them I survived, and I’d gladly do it again.”

— “Melancholia” from Repressed Feelings by Anastasia M. Intishar

[inkpressedpetals]

[somethingtocallmine]

[yuna-is-tired-sm]

[wordx]

[the-ocean-in-one-drop-deactivat]

[charcoalasher]

I am not going to turn my colorful life into black and white for anyone who chooses not to grow, not to heal, not to be disciplined and to remain in the dark forever. -Dark Asher

[farahquotes]

When death takes a loved one, the world doesn’t end, but it is forever changed. The air still moves, the sun still rises, but nothing feels truly alive the same way. Grief traps you inside a circle, walking endlessly, searching for a way out, only to find yourself back where you began. Every breath reminds you of what’s missing. Every laugh feels borrowed. Time loses all meaning. Days blur into nights, and nights stretch on endlessly. You wake up hoping it was all a dream, and then reality hits, they’re gone. Truly gone. You reach for them in the dark, only to find emptiness. You listen for their footsteps, their voice, their laughter, but all you find is silence, thick, unyielding, and cruel.

~ farah