To be loved by a thoughtful person is life changing
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To be loved by a thoughtful person is life changing
Kindness goes a long way...❤️
Sure, it’s cool to be called hot, cool or intimidating…
But imagine being remembered as kind.
If kindness is the first thing people associate with your name, you’ve already won at being human. Life goes on. But someone remembering you as kind? That’s permanent branding on the soul.
That’s the kind of thing that stays with people for years.
Kindness costs nothing, so why not spread it?
This year asked a lot of you, and you met it. You navigated big change, loss, instability, emotional upheaval, and moments where the ground kept shifting under your feet. You kept showing up anyway. You adapted. You endured. You did enough. More than enough.
to be someone’s end game, someone’s better half, someone’s partner in crime, someone’s love of their life. how nice it must have been. to belong to someone you really love and to someone who loves you wholeheartedly, deeply, truthfully, soulfully and for eternity.
The richest place to be is in someone’s prayers.
Always pray for alignment. To be at the right place, at the right time, and around the right people.
saw a post earlier that made me think about how people still see persons with disabilities mostly through pity. and i say this as someone who’s PWD, it’s hard not to feel reduced by that kind of gaze. nakakapanliit. like people don’t know what to do with you except to feel sorry, offer a bit of food, or say something about kindness. and rarely do they ask why the world keeps disabling us in the first place.
disability isn’t just some personal tragedy we carry. it’s built and reinforced by a society that decides who gets to move freely, who gets to be seen, who gets to survive. the problem isn’t that our bodies or minds are different; it’s that everything around us assumes we shouldn’t exist in the first place. the stairs with no ramps, the classrooms that “don’t have the facilities,” the workplaces that quietly stop responding to your application.
and so when people respond with pity, it feels like a shortcut (??) kasi it’s easier to feel sad than to confront how ableism is structured into everyday life: how social services are underfunded, how accessibility is treated as optional, how disability is made invisible until it becomes “inspiring.” it’s easier to romanticize kindness than to question the kind of society that keeps people dependent on it.
and honestly, i’m just so tired of being a lesson in kindness. i’m really, really tired of being someone people feel sorry for. tired of being seen as tragic or brave just for existing. i don’t need to be your little moment of compassion in a cruel world. i need that world to stop being cruel.
i know these people mean well. i know they think kindness helps. and sometimes it does (small things can mean a lot, sure). but pity is not compassion, and charity is not care. the point isn’t to feel bad for us. the point is to question and fight for conditions that stop disabling us in the first place because the truth is that disability isn’t an accident of fate. it’s produced, maintained, and punished by the way our society is built. the world disables us more than our bodies ever could.
as a PWD, trust me when i say that disabled people don’t need to be treated “nicely” or be seen as as someone to be pitied, helped, or “saved.” what we need is a world that doesn’t disable us on purpose. we need public healthcare, accessible spaces, social protection that’s more than a token allowance. we need a system that doesn’t make our lives depend on whether someone decides to be generous that day.
If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing. Even if you're scared that it'll cause problems. Even if you're scared that it will burn your life to the ground — you say it, and you say it loud.
Man, these crooked politicians are the real culprit all along
there's a divine instinct in you that can detect insecurity before it even takes shape.
I’ll take my time. I know that the world we live in moves constantly. Everyone is in a rush, as if life were nothing but a fleeting moment–often forgetting how to enjoy and savor each second, and embed it within their souls. The world seems to forget that each connection is built in lasting meetings, not in brief encounters. But unlike the world, I am not in a rush–not when it comes with you. Tell me the things you hate and admire in life, or the kind of humor that gets you laughing nonstop. Or the books you have read and cried about. I’ll listen to your voice and remember how it sounds; when you’re happy, or tired. Share your favorite songs and tell me how poetic your favorite artist is. There is no rush, for you are a story I want to read. Every page and chapter, even the ones you do not show upfront–the ones you keep hidden in crowded rooms. Show me your seasons; your quiet autumn, your warm summer, the hopeful spring, and even your distant winter. So take your time in unraveling your entirety. And I will take my time–for there is grace in knowing. — Follow 𝐒𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐠𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧 on all platforms: https://campsite.bio/karagatantalabuwan
As soon as you choose you, everything around you chooses you too.
We’re entering the second half of the year. Summer is winding down. Now is the time to recalibrate and lock in. Set a routine that reflects your evolution and commits to your higher standard. Establish clear, actionable goals across the core pillars of your life. Reflect honestly on how you showed up in the first half. Acknowledge what worked, and confront what didn’t. Then cut what hindered you. Choose discipline. Choose alignment. I repeat: lock in.
The best decision I ever made was to be quiet. I have nothing to prove. I'm not fixing what I didn't break. I'm not fighting for anyone to see my worth. Whatever you do is on you. As for me, I'm moving forward, free and at peace.
Being a naïve woman can cost you your life.
the ability to see more beauty in the world is a skill. the more beauty you see, the more comes to you, the more you create yourself. so much of the disempowerment people feel is because they are trained to see the ugly and negative in everything. you have to unpick your mind from the lure of negativity and train yourself to find beauty. if you want a beautiful life, it starts with learning to find the beauty everywhere.
You showed clear favoritism. You passed your responsibilities to someone else, saying it was to "train" them for a higher role—one you personally promised to them. But when it was time to explain it to the client, you twisted the narrative and said it was because they showed enthusiasm, as if it was purely based on initiative. The truth is, you were the one who assured them of your recommendation. It’s always been about how you hand off your tasks to others, then act proud and arrogant about it—like it’s leadership. But when performance dipped because of poor delegation, you got defensive and angry, throwing out comments that lacked any trace of humility. Now, people are no longer convinced of your leadership. Because leadership isn’t just about assigning tasks—It’s about owning responsibility, showing integrity, and earning trust. And right now, that trust is gone.