The most magnetic thing you can do is to let yourself be fully loved. Exactly as you are.
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The most magnetic thing you can do is to let yourself be fully loved. Exactly as you are.
Similar to how the sky requires rainfall to avoid constant cloudiness, people too must release tears in order to convey their feelings.
Time
Acceptance, proclaims yesterday
Hope, whispers tomorrow
Choice- says today.
i have gone through a lot, its changed me for the better. i often have flashbacks of times when things were hard, or i was hurt by someone. i wish i could forget but i know i would not be the same person. i wouldn't look at people and the world the same way. i often step carefully these days, to make sure i am not the one causing anyone the hurt or harm that i feel was done to me that i can't forget. the memories are painful, but they have given me awareness. it is everything to me, to hear someone say that i make them feel comfortable, or that the air around me feels calm.
“You can’t fix what
has already been broken,
You just have to surrender
to the moment”
13.04.25
Truth be told it's been a while. I can say life got in the way, and while it did, I was not faithful to this blog of mine.
I saw it every time I opened tumblr, my laptop remembered and thought of it every time I opened it, it would open on the page of my blog, and I see the days blur by – sometimes I discounted it altogether. To ignore the promise I made to myself, and it feels like such a long and short time ago when I was ranting about to the politics and the birth of the second Trump administration.
Now truth be told, as the years get to me I feel jaded, stuck, grown-up too fast, I am bored, almost, with the happenings of life.
Atrocities that happen don't seem to faze me, and I wish to do more, yet if feels treacherous – if I were to throw myself away into the throes of history when I have people that'd miss me.
Maybe, you'd understand, that torn, helpless feeling you get? Or the feeling of hopelessness, yet before it all, I shall refuse to kneel.
I don't really know what I am, my purpose is, I had never thought it'd get this far, I had never thought I'd make it this far. And, I think there's something so painfully sweet about me writing this when the sun shines so brightly, so warmly into my room, as I stew in my room – writing, pleading for something to change whilst remaining so stoically still in my own life.
Yet I remember my friends smile, their bright, warm smiles, the gently touches of my lover, the hope that things may get better, and I suppose they will – but, with life being life, it'd never be how I envisioned it.
I suppose there is a certainty we grow, that we can rely on ourselves at the very end to get through it, as we've done before, that even if it hurts, we become jaded, grow older, colder, calloused, there is the ever-present youth in our soul we have, and that it will refuse to be put out because it believes in us, that we shall see it through.
I admire our quiet resilience.
And if you've made it this far reading my small blog, thank you, for being patient and reading my thoughts. I hope it brings some solace to you, as writing it, does for me. xx
Have a wonderful day!
Woke up this morning with a heavy truth: everything I went through was a result of my choices. God always gave me the freedom to choose, and I chose every road, every pain, every lesson. It wasn’t God, and it wasn’t anyone else.
I am where I am today because of the decisions I made. I’m not a victim. No one else is responsible for my suffering or my pain. I am the one who allowed it, who stayed, who said yes when I should’ve said no.
And while that truth stings, it also sets me free. Because if I had the power to choose back then, I have the power to choose differently now.
It’s 23:42 🕚
Im in a dimly lit bedroom
a school presentation for tomorrow
On my laptop 💻
Soft smile on my face
But it doesn’t bother me no
This time the study is calm 📚
I feel lightened knowing all is well
And the future is bright 🌇