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Just shearing some shit. Taurus girl. Spanish • English.

[iwants-world]

biggest and deep eyes for big and deep feeling's

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Still waiting...

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[strxgvr]

BEFORE CALLING IT LOVE

Esta historia sigue a dos personas marcadas por el pasado que se encuentran en un momento de quiebre personal. Zoe busca reconstruirse y entender sus emociones, mientras Xavier carga con decisiones no resueltas y silencios que pesan. Su vínculo nace de encuentros aparentemente simples, pero cargados de tensión emocional, miradas contenidas y diálogos que dicen más por lo que callan que por lo que expresan. A medida que avanzan, la historia explora el deseo, el miedo a repetir errores y la posibilidad de elegir —o no— un amor que podría cambiarlo todo.

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This story follows two people marked by the past who find themselves at a personal turning point. Zoe seeks to rebuild herself and understand her emotions, while Xavier carries the weight of unresolved decisions and silences. Their bond is born from seemingly simple encounters, but ones charged with emotional tension, restrained glances, and dialogues that say more through what they leave unsaid than what they express. As the story progresses, it explores desire, the fear of repeating mistakes, and the possibility of choosing—or not—a love that could change everything.

[iwants-world]

Another account where I write some shit. Go to follow please. 🌼🐥

[strxgvr]

BEFORE CALLING IT LOVE

Esta historia sigue a dos personas marcadas por el pasado que se encuentran en un momento de quiebre personal. Zoe busca reconstruirse y entender sus emociones, mientras Xavier carga con decisiones no resueltas y silencios que pesan. Su vínculo nace de encuentros aparentemente simples, pero cargados de tensión emocional, miradas contenidas y diálogos que dicen más por lo que callan que por lo que expresan. A medida que avanzan, la historia explora el deseo, el miedo a repetir errores y la posibilidad de elegir —o no— un amor que podría cambiarlo todo.

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This story follows two people marked by the past who find themselves at a personal turning point. Zoe seeks to rebuild herself and understand her emotions, while Xavier carries the weight of unresolved decisions and silences. Their bond is born from seemingly simple encounters, but ones charged with emotional tension, restrained glances, and dialogues that say more through what they leave unsaid than what they express. As the story progresses, it explores desire, the fear of repeating mistakes, and the possibility of choosing—or not—a love that could change everything.

[solxs]

Qué ironía usar la frase "tal vez en otra vida" sabiendo que ni el tiempo vuelve, ni la vida se repite; si no fue ahora, no será nunca.

Rin

[voidmamma]

[iwants-world]

just chilling

[iwants-world]

J'ai vécu entourée de violence, bien sûr je ferais n'importe quoi pour l'amour.

IG: dvmplx._

[iwants-world]

l o v e s o m e o n e

IG: dvmplx._

[iwants-world]

l o v e s o m e o n e

IG: dvmplx._

[iwants-world]

At midnight, Amelia.

Amelia usually ignored messages from strangers. She was picky, reserved, and her inner world was a maze only she understood. That’s why, when George first started messaging her, her replies were short, robotic. Just a “hey,” a “fine, you?”, and nothing more.

But George didn’t give up. Day after day, he sent her silly jokes, honest questions, little stories about his everyday life. He talked about afternoons with the cat he’d adopted, songs he couldn’t stop listening to, and how sometimes he felt lonely even when surrounded by people. Slowly, his words began to break through Amelia’s walls.

One night, without meaning to, they ended up talking until three in the morning. After that, it became a thing. Late nights were their time—sharing playlists, secrets, laughing so hard it hurt. Amelia started looking forward to his messages. Just seeing his name pop up made her smile. Without realizing it, she fell for him.

And it felt mutual. George was sweet, attentive, present. He told her she was special, that he felt free talking to her, that her words gave him peace. But just when Amelia’s heart was beating the loudest, her darkness came back.

Depression wrapped around her like fog. The voices in her head got louder than ever, and one day, she just vanished. Closed all her social media. Cut everyone off. She didn’t even say goodbye.

When she came back weeks later, George wasn’t the same. His messages were cold, distant. No more late-night talks, no songs, no daily stories. Amelia felt the emptiness like a knife, but still, she gathered the courage and told him the truth.

—“Circumstances don’t matter. If you love someone, tell them. Even if it hurts, even if the world is falling apart. It doesn’t matter. If you love someone, just tell them.” —she wrote, quoting a line from a fictional character that once saved her life.

George turned her down politely. No explanations. Just a “sorry.” She accepted the heartbreak in silence... until a few days later, she saw he had a girlfriend. A smiley, outgoing girl—completely different from her. And with her, George laughed, talked, shared things… just like he used to do with Amelia. But not with her anymore.

She messaged him one last time, heart shattered. His reply was brutal:

—“I only replied to be polite. I felt obligated. You bored me.”

Amelia froze. She didn’t recognize him anymore. That wasn’t her George. Not the one who once begged her never to stop talking to him. He blocked her on everything.

But Amelia never blocked him from her heart.

From a private account, she still checked his profile. Not to relive the past, just to make sure he was okay. Because even though her soul was in pieces, she still cared. She missed him with a kind of pain that stayed in her chest. Not as a lover. As a friend. As the boy who used to chase away her demons with one dumb joke.

Every night, she told herself:

—“Couples come and go, but friendships… those are supposed to last forever.”

But they don’t always.

And as the late nights turned silent again, Amelia realized it wasn’t losing a love that hurt the most. It was losing the person who once saved you—without even knowing it. The one who, deep down, will always feel like home.

The end.

[verosad]

[solxs]

Fielmente considero que no hay remedio para una mente que busca silencio ante un corazón que todo lo calla.

Alejo M

[lekake]

Piojito 📈📈📈

[iwants-world]

The melody, my oxygen.

In the silence is born, gentle and unmeasured,

a timid note that brings me back to life.

It's the music, my beacon, my corner without wounds,

the voice that lifts me when the soul rusts.

It's not just sound, nor art or skill,

it's blood in my veins, it's pure certainty.

When everything hurts and I can't find a way out,

she sings with me, she heals my wound.

In chords, I find what I can't say,

in a string solo, the reason to keep going.

When the world crushes me and threatens the end,

a song rescues me from my own threshold.

I don't ask you to understand this devotion,

it's more than a refuge, it's my religion.

Because if I ever feel like there's no reason,

music embraces me and gives me heart.

[iwants-world]

En el filo del abismo.

Vivo en un borde que nadie ve,

un hilo tenso entre el todo y la nada,

un fuego que arde sin causa ni fe,

una tormenta que nunca es callada.

Amo con fuerza, con furia y sin fin,

y en un instante ya todo me hiere.

El mundo me toca con filo sutil,

mi alma se rompe aunque nadie la quiere.

Soy risa, soy llanto, sin transiciones,

soy piel que se quiebra con solo un suspiro.

Mis días son crueles contradicciones,

mi mente un océano sin rumbo fijo.

Pero no cedo, no caigo sin lucha,

aunque el vacío me grite su canto.

Construyo esperanza con manos en lucha,

aun cuando el alma se ahogue en quebranto.

No soy mi dolor, aunque viva en mi pecho,

ni soy las heridas que el mundo me deja.

Soy cada paso que elijo derecho,

soy quien resiste, aunque el alma se queja.

Y si mañana el abismo me llama,

me aferro al amor, a la luz, a la calma.

Porque aunque mi sombra me tienda su cama,

seguiré buscando la paz en mi alma.