gigi's world

it's your life; do whatever you want.

[gigifurrts]

I wish I could wake up every day and tell the people I love how much I truly love them. I don’t think I show it, but the truth is, I’m so fragile and so emotional.

I wish I could change everything. I wish I were different. I wish I could go back to the good moments. I wish I could show everyone what I’m really thinking or, instead, lock it all away in a box and keep pretending that nothing is wrong.

But there’s always a moment in my life when all I want is to love the people around me, even if I don’t know how to show it. I guess the truth is that, deep down, I just want to be happier.

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I love my dog ❤️

[gigifurrts]

Things pass by so quickly, and that’s one of the hardest parts of life.

Not too long ago, I was counting down the days until a trip I had been dreaming about. Now, it’s already been a year since it ended, and I still haven’t gotten over it. I think the fact that we can’t control time is one of the cruelest things in the world. Of course, if everyone could control time, life probably wouldn’t feel as meaningful. But it still hurts so much knowing that we can never relive the moments that made us happiest.

It’s painful to miss a time that will never come back. To grieve something that already belongs to the past, knowing there’s no way to return to it, is such a strange feeling.

Ever since that trip, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Sometimes it feels like mourning. Not because someone died, but because the happiest chapter of my life came to an end, and I still haven’t fully accepted that it’s over.

People say life is made up of moments. But sometimes I can’t help wondering: why can’t life be one endless moment? Why do the things that make us happiest always have to end?

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Today I was thinking: how do we become such big fans of someone we’ve never actually met? I think everyone is a fan of someone, or at least that’s how I see it. And we’re fans of that person without ever truly knowing them.

Because, in my opinion, truly knowing someone means spending time with them, talking to them, and sharing experiences. Then I started thinking about myself: I love Stephen King so much, but I never had the chance to talk to him.

Then another thought came to my mind: why do I care so much about someone’s existence or even their absence if they don’t even know who I am? Why does the life or death of someone who never knew me affect me so deeply?

This might not seem like it’s leading anywhere, but I think people should be fans of those they actually know and talk to. Being a fan doesn’t necessarily have to be about someone who’s famous. Maybe being a fan isn’t really about knowing someone personally, but about how they make us feel, what they represent, and the impact they have on our lives, even from a distance.

[gigifurrts]

tempo bom

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sdds de ser criança

29 de junho