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May be this chapter of your life is meant for you to do it alone. maybe this is the time for you to practice independence to do the things you've always known but kept putting off for some reason. maybe this phase is meant for you to be a little bored and lonely. maybe this is what you need as you're putting your pieces back together. maybe it won't be fun, but it is necessary. maybe this is what you need to go through to evolve into the next version of yourself.

Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.

— George Mallory

perfectfeelings

“Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.”

— George Mallory

petaltexturedskies

On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November — a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold blue sky was half hidden by clouds — dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain —

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

violentwavesofemotion-deactivat

It’s not November yet but, like, November intensifies everything even from afar, one can feel it acutely once it begins to near, the force of it accumulates incredibly steadily, there’s something deliberate and war-like about it; it almost feels like a notorious and yet amazingly powerful marching army rising through a deep foggy storm and when it finally arrives it makes its presence felt so radically, it’s as though it’s there to reward the ones who have stomach for it and punish the ones that are still unprepared for it

laurachouettepoetry

And some of the brightest flowers bloomed in solitude.

- Laura Chouette (Profound Reverie)

random-xpressions

I don't understand why people love keeping up an image that is not them. Decorating themselves with lies just to make them appear more attractive. Feeding the world with an image that doesn't even exist. I'm happy that I don't initiate a conversation, not even a hello, if I don't feel like it. I can't fake a smile, oh I won't even look at someone's face if I'm pissed off with that person. Yes, and when I disassociate, I'd go about as if the other person don't even exist. I take pride in that I wear my heart on my skin. If I'm angry, you could see it in my face. If I'm sad, you'll hear it in my voice. If I'm into you, you'll feel it in my words. No, I don't fake. I'm as blunt as someone could ever get. I don't believe in wearing masks. I love leaving my soul plain, simple and naked. You can't read anything else there but my truth...

Random Xpressions

random-xpressions

There's an entire generation that's romanticised the idea of a soulmate and then there's me that's believing with all his heart that there's some dusted untouched book lying hidden and lost amongst a stack of other books in some ancient library, the pages of which have never been turned for ages, the author of which is not very famous, but the lines within those pages were written just for my eyes, those pages came into existence just so that my tears could overflow upon them, blurring the lines as my tears mix with that author's ink, a book as i turn the pages will only raise my intellectual maturity and will only elevate my soul's ranking in the celestial world. Yes, the world can continue romanticising their idea about a soulmate while some book in some unknown library in the world is waiting for my hands to grab its covers with both my hands. I'm coming, sweetheart, I'm coming for you, soon...

Random Xpressions

random-xpressions

The desire to cut off from everything and disappear into some deep nature spot, with no intention to return...

Random Xpressions

philosophybits

“How the years go by! … What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived?”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “White Nights”

happytwerk

💌💌💌

i hope that you're kind and i hope that you're treated the way you treat others. ♡

i hope that you're seen and i hope your heart is full and happy. ♡

i hope you enjoy living this life and i hope something amazing and incredible happens to you every day. ♡

i hope you live to the fullest, whatever it may mean to you and i hope you dare to dream and i so hope you believe in yourself the way you believe in your loved ones. ♡

i hope you know life loves you. ♡

i hope you're laughing out loud often. ♡

i hope you know that the right people will find you. ♡

i hope you're at peace and satisfied. ♡

i hope your food always tastes good and i hope your bed is comfy each night and each morning. ♡

i hope you free yourself of all the burden you carry. ♡

i hope you're treated with respect and i hope you treat yourself with respect. ♡

i hope you love yourself and i hope you cherish all of the beauty that you possess. ♡

i hope you never let anything or anyone hold you down. ♡

and i hope you never lose sight of what really matters. ♡

I’ll try to write for everyone who comments on this reel.

[Based on the pfp, username or bio]

al-firdaus

‎“How can a believer not shed tears at the departure of Ramadan, when he does not even know whether he will be alive for its return or not?”

‎[Ibn Rajab رحمه الله, Lataif al-Ma’arif, p. 216]

thelunawhoonceloved

The last piece of you that I held on really left me.

As I sit on my bed, numb.

I realized you really left me.

I realized that the years I gave you really meant nothing.

I realized that the hope and dreams I had were thrown across my feet, it was nothing to you.

The loved that I poured wasn’t enough. I feel like I was not enough for you.

I feel defeated. Im tired.

The last piece of you that you tore away from me stung. I didn’t make the effort to cry. The tears came pouring. Warming up my numbed face.

What did I do?

God…I only fell in love. I only fell in love..

Why do they get to be happy? What did I do.

I only gave my heart and it was not enough…

carminevinyl

Stop Expecting People to Understand You

Your truth doesn’t need validation.

This isn’t just for you, the one reading this. It’s for me too. Because I’ve been there—I’ve felt the frustration, the exhaustion of trying to make myself understood. Of using every word, every action, every explanation I could find, only to realize that the other person simply couldn’t see it. Not because I wasn’t clear enough, not because I didn’t try hard enough, but because they weren’t in a place where they could understand me.

It’s almost like speaking different languages, isn’t it? You could say the same thing a hundred different ways, soften your words, sharpen them, simplify them, expand them—but if the other person doesn’t speak your language, it won’t matter. They will not hear you. They cannot. And that is not your fault.

This applies to so many situations, with so many different people—friends, family, partners, even strangers. Especially strangers. And trust me, those will be the first to make sure you know that because they don’t understand you, you must be the one who’s wrong.

With the people we love, it’s even harder to accept. Because no matter how much we care about them, no matter how deeply we wish to bridge that gap, sometimes it remains. Not because we are better than them, not because they are better than us, but because we are simply different. Different minds, different perspectives, different ways of seeing and moving through the world.

And yet, even when it comes from people who don’t know us at all, it can still hurt. It shouldn’t—logically, we know this. Why should the opinion of someone who knows nothing about us hold any weight? But it does. Because it’s human to want to be understood. To want to belong. To want to be seen for who we truly are.

The problem isn’t just that these comments frustrate us. The real danger is that, over time, we might start believing them. If our skin isn’t thick enough, if our mindset isn’t strong enough, those voices can slip in like whispers in the dark, planting doubt where there was once certainty.

And with the people we love, it cuts even deeper. They can say things that hurt—sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. (And I trust you know the difference between constructive criticism and criticism just for the sake of tearing down.) And because we let our guard down with them in ways we never would with strangers, their words can leave wounds we weren’t prepared for.

And what’s our first instinct when faced with judgment? To explain. To defend ourselves. To prove, to justify, to make them see us. It’s natural. It’s human.

But let me tell you something: not everyone deserves your words. Not everyone deserves your energy. Not everyone deserves the oxygen it takes for you to explain yourself.

Because deep down, they already know. People who judge, who criticize without reason, who refuse to understand—you think they’re doing it by accident? You think they don’t know exactly what they’re doing? We need to stop handing them free passes under the excuse of ignorance. Sure, they may be ignorant in the sense that they don’t know your full story. But ignorance isn’t just a lack of knowledge—it’s a refusal to see beyond what’s comfortable, a choice to overlook truths that don’t fit their narrative. And when judgment is built on that kind of blindness, it says more about them than it ever could about you.

But that doesn’t make them innocent. And that doesn’t mean they don’t have to take responsibility for the impact of their words. Words have weight, and so do the consequences that come with them.

So don’t give them that power. Don’t place your worth, your beliefs, your choices in their hands. They don’t belong there.

Surrender. Surrender the need to explain, to convince, to translate your essence into a language that was never meant to be spoken by them. You did not come into this world to explain yourself. You were not meant to shrink, to bend, to fit into the tiny boxes of someone else’s understanding.

The self gets lost in explanation. Because it will always be more. Words will never be enough to contain it. And in the moments where they fail you, don’t twist yourself to fit, don’t turn into a performance just to be accepted, don’t water yourself down to be easier to swallow.

You were never meant to be small enough for others to grasp.

They will never see through your eyes. Just as you will never fully see through theirs. Because no matter how connected we may be in soul, here on this earth, we are individuals. Each walking our own path, shaped by our own experiences, molded by our own perspective.

And maybe we would save ourselves so much time, so much energy, if we simply let go of the need to be understood and started focusing on being.

Because you know what feels right for you. You know what aligns with your heart. You know that as long as you are not harming anyone, you have every right to live your truth, unapologetically.

It is not a crime to be yourself.

But it is a tragedy to lose yourself trying to make the blind see your path.