3am Thoughts

Harry Potter series is like my past , present and future. I have been an addict of these series in my teen age. I was once a biggest hater until I saw the 1st film of the series in tamil. Gosh.. Never watch a dubbed film. Everything was so damn good in tamil except the spells. I also used to wait every Sunday for the next next films but unfortunately they stopped till 4th film of the series. Also do you know that I read all the books within 6months including cursed child. I only finished the book before my b.com 1st yr semester exam. I hardly did study for that subject but me being me wrote a story of my own and got passed in all subjects. Life was good at those times. Atleast I think it was. Reading the Harry Potter book also made me realize the wonderful things that the film missed. Gosh I would love to have a boyfriend and hubby like Ronald weasley😍🤤. I love Romione and Hinny to the core.  Well if anyone here is a potterhead kindly drop down in the comments who is ur fav character in the series and why?

Also Thank you for the patience... 😂🤝🏿🙏🏿

Books

I feel disgusted. I just found on my boyfriends phone while he was on vacation with his kids, he was inquiring about sensual nude massages from other women 😭 break up coming soon but I am DEVASTATED. 

Relationships

Hi!

Are you all aware about Travel Volunteer opportunities in India? 
One where you do few hours of work daily in exchange of free food and stay?

Thanks!
Sending some love & light your way.

Affirmations

Hey
Last year was not so good for me. I had a crush on a girl for 5 years I finally started talking to her last year we were at our peak to be in a relationship but then suddenly she called me and told me I quote " Sorry.! I think we are doing too much to our we should stop talking and just went away. My heart shattered into pieces.
So here's short poetry I have written for her hope you'll like it
I can’t describe the sound of her voice
The music in her lungs
Or the rose petals in her walk
But I imagine that her words
Are like fig leaves
That dance to the sound of opinions that refuse to be silenced
The conviction in her sentences
Can make an ocean question beauty of its own, waves
I bet the stars spend hours in the mirror
Getting pretty
Putting on extra sparkle
Hoping that she will notice them in the moonlight
I imagine the morning gets jealous whenever she wakes up at noon
I bet the knees of twilight buckle whenever she compliments a sunset
I bet the streetlights shine a little bit brighter
Simply because she is standing underneath them
I bet the sidewalk plays a symphony
Just to make sure that her feet have something to listen to in-between steps
I can’t describe the sound of her voice
The music in her hugs
Or the rose petals in her walk
But I know
I know that she is more than just another piece of land waiting to be claimed
She is an acoustic guitar
Waiting patiently for the hands that have been trained to hold her properly
She is a wind chime inside of a culdesac
And her skin is a melody
That very few men will have the pleasure of hearing 
.....

Poetry

When you are trying to be yourself, and someone calls your company to be fun, it feels good. You're always good to everyone, but the best to that person.

But why does it bother to see the same person enjoy conversations with others instantly when you're still stuck in being comfortable enough with them to share what you really are? The childishness that you had at the start but never showed them... The conversations you had in your mind... But when you're with that person, you're just silent, trying to live and be thankful to be with that one person... But at the same time you just feel like you can never keep them happy, they deserve better.

Sometimes it just feels I ain't ready to face the world... Or I'm just too old school when it comes to feel about someone.

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