Azel

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[the-azazel]

ɴᴤғᴡ ʙʟᴏɢ

he / him. minors dont enter. contains : poetry, nsfw content and maybe triggering kinks (proceed with caution).

[the-azazel]

A king left his battlefield. Without the army he deserved. His crown still carried the dust of war. His eyes still searched for belief. But even lions grow silent. When they roar alone. The world will remember the score. I will remember goodbye. The slow, unbearable walk. A throne emptied by silence. Not because Cristiano Ronaldo had fallen. But because betrayal marched beneath his own flag. Some legends are never defeated. They are simply out numbered. By doubt, by fate, by forgotten courage. And as Ronaldo disappeared into the tunnel, It felt less like the end of a match... And more like the end of an era.

-Azel

[thequotespot]

“The older I get, the more I understand that not all loneliness comes from being alone.”

[cherryravish]

[remanence-of-love]

[minimalistquotes]

The more a person understands the truth of this world, the more they quietly drift away from the crowd.

[the-azazel]

The bell rang louder than yesterday ever could. Hands met in applause, mine met tomorrow. Eight stars found my name the sky has a habit of rewarding those who never stop walking. By the time some footsteps returned, the echo had already graduated. The summit never counts who rested, it simply remembers who greeted the sunrise first. So here's to new horizon may the late arrivals mistake my silence for distance, when all it ever was was farewell. -Azel

[minimalistquotes]

If you don't know what to pursue in life right now. Pursue yourself. Pursue becoming the healthiest, happiest, most healed, most present, most confident version of yourself. Then the right path will reveal itself.

[remanence-of-love]

[perfectquote]

“Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.”

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

[minimalistquotes]

The greatest skill you can learn is to stay in a good mood when there are 100s of reasons not to.

[the-azazel]

Funny how endings don't announce themselves. No music. No pause long enough to understand. Just one last paper, one last tired laugh, one last walk past walls that watched us become people. We complained about mornings, counted minutes like prisoners, called it hell between attendance and exams. But somewhere inside chaos, life quietly happened. And now it's done. No more classrooms. No more weird conversations that somehow made perfect sense. No more looking around at the same faces like we'd have forever. Strange. I wanted it to end so badly. Now that it has, a part of me keeps standing there, outside that last door, not ready to leave. To the noise, the nonsense, the people who made those years something worth remembering goodbye.

-Azel

[the-azazel]

Last semester breathing down my neck, theory exams stacked like unpaid debts, final year project whispering “you’re not ready yet.” Internships knocking not asking, demanding proof that I’m more than a name on a half-baked résumé. Lab practicals. where logic dies under pressure and marks depend more on timing than knowledge. And somewhere in the background, last year’s ghosts. backlogs with unfinished business, dragging chains through my present. This isn’t pressure. This is a slow collapse disguised as “final year.” And they still expect calm. Consistency. Performance. Like I’m not drowning in deadlines I never agreed to. So yeah... fuck this CS degree, but quitting would hurt more than whatever this is. And I’ve already survived worse.

-Azel

[the-girl-not-next-door]

“Because the water always come back to kiss the shore. No matter how many times it is sent away!”

— days unloved

[weirdlymeg]

Wishing you the courage, love, hope, and strength you need right now.

[the-azazel]

Honor is a winter river clear, merciless, unadorned. It does not warm the hands that hold it. It cuts them. And asks if they will hold it still.

It walks beside a man like a shadow at dusk silent, inseparable, stern. When fear presses close and comfort calls him home, honor does not speak softly. It says: Stand.

It is not glory. It is not praise. It is the spine that will not bow even when the body must. And a man who keeps it needs no monument.

-Azel

[resqectable]

“Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.”

— Edgar Allen Poe