#08.07.2025

[loveformybelly]

Coconut milk miso pasta with chickpeas, eggplants, zucchini and yellow bell pepper. Add a squeeze of lime at the end will make this creamy dish refreshing and more delicious! ✨

[todaysromano]

08.07.2025

Today, Romano tried a lovely espresso at a new cafe.

Arab.com link

[bekindtoyou4007]

GI stuff seems back to normal. Had insomnia the past 2 nights so defaulting to half a metalonin to help. It's a big relief not to be travelling anywhere tomorrow. I'm hoping to get some decent sleep tonight, especially now I climbed this evening and had a hot bowl of chicken Risotto afterwards.

[ilovehimsosomuchjk]

Empathy is what I felt when I was young and thought I knew the whole world. Empathy is what griped my shoulders when I thought I knew nothing of this world. Empathy for others is what haunts me when I think of everyone who suffers. It is so easy to call me naive and young to be swayed so easily. For asking aloud why does everyone, every single one suffers? For saying I wish no one suffered. Those words I know sound so childish but I was a child yesterday when I asked this. I feel too grown now that I answer myself for it. And tomorrow I’ll call myself a young fool again. But it is a beautiful life with a brutal suffering that makes it worth living. It is hope that wills to hang on longer. So i dont detest when i asked such stupid questions yesterday. I think it grew me into today. And today i empathise with the ones who still stand strong. Maybe suffering is not what we deserve, but something we need. How a dessert needs a little salt, and a dish a little sweet. Humans are nothing but complex creatures that I find something new in.

[ilovehimsosomuchjk]

Where does the happiness go? I look and search but it’s futile. Everyone I search, hangs by a fine line. On the edge of something irreparable. If there is god, why doesn’t he listen to me anymore? What did I do wrong? I search but it’s futile. I look and I find nothing but my pale hands gripping each other for the force of my good luck to be granted others. Nothing in this world do I want more than to see others happy. So why again when I look- everyone tethers on the edge of something irreparable? Why again are my hands empty and my good luck given to none? So I wonder, when I wake and sleep, dream and walk, where does my happiness really go?

[ankaninkanatlari]

"Yaralarımı iyileştirmeye çalıştıkça daha çok deşiyorum. Hiçbir anlamı yok.."

[ilovehimsosomuchjk]

If you asked, I’d tell you grief is my undoing. I feel it running in my blood and I probably overdosed young. It’s abuse I would say, but I welcome it with open arms. There’s so many shades of grief and I only find more when I look for it. The ache in my chest worsens when I breathe but it’s liberating. It’s so liberating that I crawl back to it when I can’t feel. Because when I feel grief, it consumes me. And there is something so liberating about it. Did I already say that? Like an addict, I succumb to grief to feel alive. Human mind is so fickle, but there’s this erotic beauty I find in rage, sadness and grief. It’s always grief if you ask me. I grieve when I hold what I haven’t lost yet. And if loosing won’t kill me, the anticipatory grief of it would. If you ask, grief is my undoing.