Laugh.Love.Live

20. I'm still learning from life!! A Daydreamer and a Nightthinker!

[minterrlude]

a mess, a muse, a moon

[flowers-in-book]

The older I get, the stayer I home.

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[quotefeeling]

“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”

— Unknown

[herealaa]

The intimacy is when someone understands the walls you built for your own protection and approaches them with patience instead of pressure

[yeesiine]

Sorry for texting back instantly, my phone is in my hand, I'm mature and I like u

[lmm-43]

You can’t skip the messy part. The messy part is where you grow.

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

I'm feeling so many emotions..today relating to my mother. Every time I sit down to write about her, another memory gently knocks at the door of my heart... then another... and another... until I realize there is no end. Every sacrifice, every silent prayer, every warm embrace, every unspoken act of love asks to be remembered. How do I write about someone whose love has been the beginning of every beautiful thing in my life? How do you write about someone whose love has no ending?

What are you, my dear, lovely mother?

You are the most beautiful creature on this planet. You are the only poem that grows longer with every attempt to finish it. Your love is so pure, so unconditional, so real, so selfless. It asks for nothing, yet gives everything... Your love can never be replaced. No love exists like a mother's. Perhaps that is why every time I think I have written enough about you, my heart reminds me that I have only just begun....

I Love You My Mommy ♥️

[prettylittledrafts]

An Old Belief

I am tired of surviving

my own thoughts.

They keep building rooms

inside my head,

and every room contains

a smaller room.

Somewhere at the center,

I find myself again,

curled around an old belief:

that I am a burden people carry

until they can set me down.

So I spend my days

taking up less space.

Guessing.

Apologizing.

Trying.

And every night,

the same fear returns,

whispering that

no matter how hard I try,

I am one mistake away

from giving everyone

a reason to leave.

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

Photographs (2/2)...

Whenever I think about the old times, when cameras and phones did not exist, I wonder what life was like....

How did people hold on to their memories?

How did they remember the faces they loved, the places they visited, or the moments that changed them?

And then I look at vintage photographs.

There is something about them that is difficult to explain.

You find yourself staring at a picture of a stranger taken decades ago, yet somehow it feels familiar. You begin to wonder about their story. Who were they? What were they thinking when that photograph was taken? What kind of life did they live? What dreams did they have? What became of them?

Before you know it, you are lost in a sea of thoughts.

A single photograph becomes a doorway to another time, another world, another life.

And then you realize something beautiful.

The people in those photographs once stood exactly where we stand today. They laughed, loved, worried, hoped, and dreamed just as we do.

Their time passed.

One day, ours will too.

Yet life goes on.....

New stories are written, new memories are made, and new photographs are taken.

Perhaps that is why old photographs feel so special.

They remind us that while people come and go, life never stops moving forward.

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

Photographs (1/2)....

I love capturing myself through a lens.

Looking at myself in pictures gives me a sense of joy that comes straight from the heart. It is difficult to explain, but every photograph feels like a small piece of a memory frozen in time.

Wherever I go, whatever place I visit, I want to capture that moment. Not because I think I am photogenic or because I want others to see me, but because I want to remember that I was there. I want to remember how I felt, what I saw, and who I was in that moment.

Years later, when I look at those pictures, I do not just see an image. I see a story. I see a version of myself that existed at a particular place and time. The happiness, the excitement, the curiosity...all of it comes rushing back.

Maybe that is why I love taking pictures so much. It is not about looking perfect. It is about capturing a moment that will never exist again and keeping a piece of it with me forever.....

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

Love is one of the most beautiful feelings a human being can experience, yet one of the most difficult to truly understand.

To truly experience real love, you must be fortunate enough to find it, wise enough to recognize it, and courageous enough to give it.....

And perhaps that is what makes it so rare....♥️

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

Anger eats you from the <inside>

It kills you like a slow poison. Day by day, little by little, it takes something away from you, and most of the time, you don't even realize it.

You carry it with you for so long that it starts feeling like a part of who you are. But one day, when you find yourself alone "truly alone" with nobody by your side, you begin to see what it has done to you.

You get lost in a loop of thoughts that never seems to end. The same memories, the same regrets, the same pain, over and over again. And then come the tears...the tears you can no longer hold back.

But this time, there is nobody around to wipe them away.......................

So they dry on their own, just like the parts of you that anger slowly took away....

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

.....Red is such an expressive color!!!!!!!

Mention any human emotion, and red can be used to express it. Love, anger, pain, happiness, beauty, passion, courage, desire, heartbreak. It's fascinating how one color can carry so many different feelings and still feel natural!

Sometimes red feels warm, comforting, and full of life. Other times it feels intense, loud, and impossible to ignore. It can represent the beginning of a love story or the end of one. A celebration or a warning..A wound or a rose...

Maybe that's why red feels so human to me. It doesn't belong to just one emotion. It carries the beauty, the chaos, and the contradictions that come with being alive!

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

I don't care if you are an Ameican or an African, If you are an European, or an Asian, I only care about myself, my perception and for me the world exists equally for everyone in one form that is we are all earthlings, I will love each and every creature that has ever existed on this planet...

I don't judge anyone based on their religion, money, or any other unreliastic parameters set by the society ...

My values, my education, my conscience has taught me that everyone deserves respect, compassion, and care !

So for the little or however much time I have on this planet, I will live as an earthling , a happy earthling, a respectful earthling, a caring earthling...

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

There is a kind of magic in writing....

Not in writing well, but in writing honestly....

To put a feeling on paper exactly as it existed inside your mind, and to return to those words later and feel the same ache, the same emptiness, the same weight...that is a superpower...

A pen doesn't just record thoughts,,, sometimes it preserves a piece of a soul...

[crunchycrispycracklingchewy]

Have you ever fallen in love with someone you can't marry?

Even though you actually want to marry them, you two live life like you are married couple, have been through enough thick and thin to know each other's true characters, have seen each others vulnerabilities, experienced the best and worst memories of your life with them, you are each others best best friend, best frequency, family, you want only them, life feels literally colourless , tasteless, liveless without them... you need them in every moment, in every decision, they are in your every prayer.... Life is just not LIFE without them.....

And you literally can't do anything about it...

It literally pains you physically, you feel the pain in your bones, your nerves..... Feel me?