#quietthoughts

[shimmywrites]

i think about the strangers i’ll never see again more than i probably should. the woman on the train who laughed at something on her phone. the kid who held the door. the person crying outside a coffee shop who looked up and almost met my eyes. whole lives. whole worlds. just passing through.

[quietcannibal]

my posts are all flopping. what do you people want from me. blood. guts. eating people. dead body. what the hell.

[quieteli]

"Somewhere in Cambodia, my heart found silence."🍀🍀🍀

[sparksandshadows]

I’ve been opening up more lately, probably too much. I’ve settled in the peace- however temporary. I let the rope around my heart loosen. I should probably slip back away before it’s too late. After all, haven’t I already let this comfort drift me too far away?

[egarevega]

Bazı şeyler

duraklamayla anlaşır.

güç,

adını koymaz.

orada olur.

kırılganlık

dağılmak değil;

yerini kaybetmemektir.

her şey temas etmek zorunda değil.

bazı anlamlar

mesafede kalır.

ve insan,

kendine eklemez.

sadeleşir.

-Âme Atlas

[myquietcolumn]

the quiet departure of closeness

distance rarely begins loudly

there are no dramatic endings

no final declarations

announcing that something

has changed

instead

it happens slowly

a conversation becomes shorter

a message arrives later than usual

laughter fades into politeness

warmth turns into habit

until one day

you realize

the person who once knew

every corner of your thoughts

now stands

on the opposite side

of silence

and the hardest part

is understanding

that sometimes

relationships do not end

they simply

fade

penned by a quiet observer

[the-silent-voices]

sometimes i wonder who i want to be — not in terms of a job, but in life. life is fragile, unpredictable. sometimes dull, empty. other times too full, too loud. life keeps teaching me that not everything will go my way. i won’t always get what i want just because i want it. i won’t receive things just because i “deserve” them. i can’t control everything — and honestly, i don’t want to. what i do want is to be a warm memory: to make people laugh, to bring a little joy, to give something good of myself. i want to know how to create safety, to soften fear, ease stress, quiet inner pain. i want to be someone you can rely on, someone who helps, who listens. to be kind, to be steady, to be a moment of calm in someone else’s storm. i want to be a home — the kind you want to come back to.

[bellaxxrid]

the little girl just could not sleep because her thoughts were way too deep, her mind had gone out for a stroll and fallen down a rabbit hole