Just wanted to say a special thank you to all the amazing women for making this world a beautiful place with all your love, warmth, care and kindness. We sure all have so much to learn from one another and keep spreading the peace and happiness around.

Yayy..true. Thanks to all the amazing women here who help out others in need. 🧡

Women Empowerment

The story of her is complicated. Like in every story there is the conclusion of ending everything or for the beginning of a new story.
But in her box, all she has is pain, grief, and waiting.
It's been 3 months or more than that but she gotta stuck over there where he left without any conclusion. And she can't get over it. 
What she should do? 
Should she try to move on?
Or she should remain silent till time heals everything?


Adulting

 the person who wants me , i don't want them. But the person i want, that person doesn't want me . I mean whyyy. Stupid universe. 

3am Thoughts

Perfect partner 
I was once in a relationship where my partner said that we are imperfect but our relationship is perfect and that is actually good thing about that time but I think being in relationship is a struggles because sometimes we expect something to happens and exactly that time nothing happens like that and those time we see someone else too who looks perfect so don't ever strive for a perfect person or partner because no one perfect in this world and exactly you are also imperfect and there is only a person or character that stay with you that is worthy of time because we can evolve with other person and that is all and life is all like that find someone with you can spend this life or any struggles and find someone who stand with you in every struggles and accept your dark side and also help you to improve yourself and make you better person because there you will so many fake people but a real person is rare don't lose that person if you find or get because that is real blessing and life is so much hard and harsh that there difficult to find happiness 

Love

i’m so fucking done with this shit, i killed myself mentally in the past couple weeks, i haven’t slept or had anything to eat, i wanna throw up cut what’s wrong with me, someone please just tell me i’m still relevant 

Addiction

Anxiety

sab hai lekin mai nahi hu, wo jo thoda tha kabhi, wo hawaa ho gaya, kyu khafa ho gaya 💔

Music

It's almost 4:30 am, as I type these words I feel a sense of nostalgia rush through the my whole being. I was up all night doing my requirements and as I was looking through the new messages from my college mates, I stumbled upon a conversation from years ago. I'm on my 3rd year of college and the last message was dated 2016—I was still in highschool then. 


I read back through the messages because it felt foreign to see how I used to communicate with others, with the abundant emojis and lingos that don't even make much sense. I was genuinely surprised of how I was before. Then, I look up the name—it was him. The one who used to be my friend. We didn't exactly went through decades with each other. We met when we were in our second year in highschool and we went through puberty together, we went through phases; emo, angst, literary. We were together long enough to warrant a string of lengthy conversations, memories and polaroids. We were close. 


Until we weren't. It wasn't anything dramatic, I wanted to take my college degree in a different place and meet other people. I wanted to see what I could of the big world. He didn't want that. We talked about how we'll pursue our dreams and supported each other,but along the way we forgot to keep in touch. Whenever I go back to my hometown, I see him with his friends—the ones he made when I left. I'm obviously happy for him, but I often wonder if he ever remembers me like I remember him.

If he thinks about the youth we spent together, the petty arguments that ended with snorts of laughter. I guess, he might've or he might not. Whatever it is, I'm thankful to have met him and known him the way I did. 

Nostalgia

People have no power to reject you,
they reject the perception you made about them. 



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