#heart aching

[ravencalledchainsaw]

‼️TRC SPOILERS‼️

Sighhh just got to the Gansey and Blue pretend kiss and my heart is so heavy 😞 WHY DOES BRO HAVE TO DIE.

[starconchs]

writing inspo has struck (its nanami angst)

[sm0key-ravens]

i want you mostly in the morning

when my soul is weak from dreaming

- weyes blood, “seven words”

[wingsfreedom]

Btw, Azula says "my friends".

[sevensforasecret]

i feel like rereading your 30k fic just because i miss you and you’re asleep and it’s just so you is a love language

[likewaterfallz]

Attach your heart to the world and it is bound to bring distress. I think the part about being subservient to ALLAH which is most important is ‘‘accepting HIS decree’‘. Accepting the fate. We can yearn for things, those which are attainable through hard work we can put efforts day in day out for them but in the end what are we? Nothing. Waiting for ALLAH to bless us, and waiting for ALLAH to give us. No other door to knock, no other refuge to seek. Where ever you go distress will follow, in one shape or the other. Mind will devour peace thinking about what was and what is to be, and will remain unsatisfied with what is. This entails importance of ALHAMDULILLAH. Shukr for what is, thanking lord for what He has given in the present hour rather than burning for what is absent and what should be present. I just shared these random chronicles because in case anyone is going through anxiety depression or despair, please know that you will only be exhausting yourself lest you bow down before ALLAH on the prayer mat and eventually learn to... LET IT BE.

[suzenhelena]

There is an aching in my soul A gaping hole The size of the universe Where a person used to reside No amount of stitching can fix it Sadly it might remain empty for centuries This person A delicate flower that I cherished Has taken flight And might never come back This flower This flourishing butterfly Strong winged bird Used to be so important Nicknames littering my memories Tattoos planned but never executed We were thicker than thieves By our last middle school year And now I’m scared I’m scared that the stolen photographed memories Are all I have left   The people we used to run from Know more than I can catch up with I’m sickly lucky that You shared your darkest secret with me Before you vanished like the puff of a dandelion full of seeds My only wish is that you come back to me There will always be a best friend spot with your new name Printed across it In my weeping heart  Dear long lost best friend I miss you dearly What I would give to see you again

SR

[drainage-system]

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