“You can’t hurt someone you don’t love.”
-lust stories
There will be days you know, days when your best friend will leave your texts on read. When your parents won’t even ask if you are okay. Days when your flatmate will break your favourite mug. When your love will push every button, you’ve got without realising and not be there for the for the explosion. You will have days when it’ll feel like the people who are supposed to know and understand you the most, just don’t.
On days like this, you will think that you’ve failed at the bonds you’ve worked so hard nurturing. Everything will seem painfully pointless when peace of mind can’t be found, even in the arms of your safe house.
If you feel like the world has let you down and the weight on your chest simply can’t get lighter, remind yourself of the times when you messed up in grand ways and wanted to cry your night into sleep but your best friend showed up at your door with beer and pizza so you had a sad movie night and cried at the screen instead, feeling the world lifting off your shoulders.
Think about how many of your failures came and went without pain because of everyone who forgave and loved you for being your messy magical self.
Yes, there will be days when your best people won’t be their best selves and those are the days when you really need to. Step up to the position you’ve been given in the lives of all the brilliant people around you and love them a little harder when the world stops making much sense.
We are all fighting our battles so who can’t use a lift once in a while. When you love someone, be all in for the bad days and watch how you bring out the best of everyone.
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-lust stories
There will be days you know, days when your best friend will leave your texts on read. When your parents won’t even ask if you are okay. Days when your flatmate will break your favourite mug. When your love will push every button, you’ve got without realising and not be there for the for the explosion. You will have days when it’ll feel like the people who are supposed to know and understand you the most, just don’t.
On days like this, you will think that you’ve failed at the bonds you’ve worked so hard nurturing. Everything will seem painfully pointless when peace of mind can’t be found, even in the arms of your safe house.
If you feel like the world has let you down and the weight on your chest simply can’t get lighter, remind yourself of the times when you messed up in grand ways and wanted to cry your night into sleep but your best friend showed up at your door with beer and pizza so you had a sad movie night and cried at the screen instead, feeling the world lifting off your shoulders.
Think about how many of your failures came and went without pain because of everyone who forgave and loved you for being your messy magical self.
Yes, there will be days when your best people won’t be their best selves and those are the days when you really need to. Step up to the position you’ve been given in the lives of all the brilliant people around you and love them a little harder when the world stops making much sense.
We are all fighting our battles so who can’t use a lift once in a while. When you love someone, be all in for the bad days and watch how you bring out the best of everyone.
@deepthoughts2
When parents say shit like ...
"ልጄ ቶሎ ቶሎ ተማርና አስደስተኝ"
I mean How am i supposed to learn ቶሎ ቶሎ
Am i supposed to go like
Hey teacher እስኪ ቶሎ ቶሎ በል gotta make my parents proud.
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"ልጄ ቶሎ ቶሎ ተማርና አስደስተኝ"
I mean How am i supposed to learn ቶሎ ቶሎ
Am i supposed to go like
Hey teacher እስኪ ቶሎ ቶሎ በል gotta make my parents proud.
@deepthoughts2
Normal people: mom i'm hungry
Shakespeare : let it be known to the birth giver that thee stomach consist of emptiness.
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Shakespeare : let it be known to the birth giver that thee stomach consist of emptiness.
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Life is just a really complicated exam in which most people fall by copying others,not realizing that everyone has a different question paper.
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Her: I'm leaving you! I had enough
Me: Is it because I forget stuff??
Her: Yes!
Me: Yes what!?
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Me: Is it because I forget stuff??
Her: Yes!
Me: Yes what!?
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first day of college. first kiss. first day at work. i wish i could relieve some of those days.
Often in life, the days feel like years and the years feel like days. Of these, the days that stand out are the ones with firsts. the first day of college. the first kiss, the first day at work - I feel like I’m past so many of these firsts in life. I wish I could relieve some of those days and feel the butterflies in my stomach again.
When I look back now, I miss the magic of those good old days. It feels like they were gone before I could behold them in all their glory. And if I could make the clock reverse, I’d slow down and dwell longer in those moments.
The excitement of encountering something new, mingled with the uncertainty of the unknown. This is probably the only time we are unburdened by expectations from ourselves. All there is to look forward to the events that these firsts will unfold.
I wish I had paused to appreciate the momentousness of these days. But they are so exceptional that they have become memories that are etched in my heart forever. After all, when I look back on these memories, I remember what I felt, rather than what they seemed.
So many firsts may feel lost in time, but fret not, for the best part of life is that there are always other firsts to look forward to. So maybe it’s not about reliving those firsts. It’s about recreating them, to feel whatever I had felt back then. And when I do, I know that they’ll feel better than I remember them.
@deepthoughts2
Often in life, the days feel like years and the years feel like days. Of these, the days that stand out are the ones with firsts. the first day of college. the first kiss, the first day at work - I feel like I’m past so many of these firsts in life. I wish I could relieve some of those days and feel the butterflies in my stomach again.
When I look back now, I miss the magic of those good old days. It feels like they were gone before I could behold them in all their glory. And if I could make the clock reverse, I’d slow down and dwell longer in those moments.
The excitement of encountering something new, mingled with the uncertainty of the unknown. This is probably the only time we are unburdened by expectations from ourselves. All there is to look forward to the events that these firsts will unfold.
I wish I had paused to appreciate the momentousness of these days. But they are so exceptional that they have become memories that are etched in my heart forever. After all, when I look back on these memories, I remember what I felt, rather than what they seemed.
So many firsts may feel lost in time, but fret not, for the best part of life is that there are always other firsts to look forward to. So maybe it’s not about reliving those firsts. It’s about recreating them, to feel whatever I had felt back then. And when I do, I know that they’ll feel better than I remember them.
@deepthoughts2
The girl who says that she loves you, asks you too many questions, your triggers, your favorite childhood memory, about your saddest days.
She remembers the dimensions of your lips when they curl into a smile, or how you throw your hands in the air when you are forced to eat something you don't like, she remembers how you like your tea a little extra sweet.
The girl who tells you that she loves you spends her days thinking of ways to make you happy, to make you believe that you are someone worthy of all the good things in the universe, this girl asks too many questions.
She is full of flaws, she's not the prettiest girl alive or the most organized human in the world, she is probably miles away from being perfect.
But her love for you is desolate, it's comforting, like the hot plate of pakoras after monsoon showers, like the extra layer of Nutella on bread, like the first sip of roadside lemonade on a scorching summer afternoon.
This girl can make you the happiest guy and can also manage to get on your nerves, this girl loves you a little extra and hopes you understand her too, this girl is far from magic but I am telling you, she knows one thing right. She knows how to love you and she knows how to do it right.
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She remembers the dimensions of your lips when they curl into a smile, or how you throw your hands in the air when you are forced to eat something you don't like, she remembers how you like your tea a little extra sweet.
The girl who tells you that she loves you spends her days thinking of ways to make you happy, to make you believe that you are someone worthy of all the good things in the universe, this girl asks too many questions.
She is full of flaws, she's not the prettiest girl alive or the most organized human in the world, she is probably miles away from being perfect.
But her love for you is desolate, it's comforting, like the hot plate of pakoras after monsoon showers, like the extra layer of Nutella on bread, like the first sip of roadside lemonade on a scorching summer afternoon.
This girl can make you the happiest guy and can also manage to get on your nerves, this girl loves you a little extra and hopes you understand her too, this girl is far from magic but I am telling you, she knows one thing right. She knows how to love you and she knows how to do it right.
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You are this person I know,
as soft as satin on the outside and as tough as a rock on yourself. you are like a wooden block attached to a spring and this system is constantly in motion. you oscillate between your insecurities and what might make you happy and you keep trying to catch hold of happiness, only to be pushed to this abyss of darkness again.
Your coping mechanism is subtly running away from people who want to love you because you've had a lot of damage in the name of "fixing" and you refuse to walk down that lane again. You hurt people too, maybe unintentionally, but you end up doing so, you've apologized an umpteen times but sadly life is indeed a vicious cycle of breaking hearts and being heartbroken.
You think nobody deserves to put up with the mess that you think that you are, you've been through the damp patches of mud and had your hands full of grime, the rains of short little happy moments wash them clean but your frequent pangs of overthinking rubs dirt on you again and while you try to make sense out of all of this, hang in there for a second. BREATHE.
You take blames on yourself because you would want to believe that there's something about you that can still be fixed, I don't know what, you probably don't know either but you find faults in you because you want to believe that if you fix them all, maybe, maybe the people around you won't get tired of you.
Stop, please. This world is a merciless place, it has enough obstacles and it offers lesser kindness than it should and you should be the last person who's tough on you. Please don't do this to yourself. Treat yourself how you treat the people you love, with kindness, be patient on yourself too.
And before you give away the bricks that you've been trying to save to build your own safe space to the ones you love, STOP.
Build yourself first, you will love better, colossal that way, I promise that someday, like a flower, you'll bloom again.
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as soft as satin on the outside and as tough as a rock on yourself. you are like a wooden block attached to a spring and this system is constantly in motion. you oscillate between your insecurities and what might make you happy and you keep trying to catch hold of happiness, only to be pushed to this abyss of darkness again.
Your coping mechanism is subtly running away from people who want to love you because you've had a lot of damage in the name of "fixing" and you refuse to walk down that lane again. You hurt people too, maybe unintentionally, but you end up doing so, you've apologized an umpteen times but sadly life is indeed a vicious cycle of breaking hearts and being heartbroken.
You think nobody deserves to put up with the mess that you think that you are, you've been through the damp patches of mud and had your hands full of grime, the rains of short little happy moments wash them clean but your frequent pangs of overthinking rubs dirt on you again and while you try to make sense out of all of this, hang in there for a second. BREATHE.
You take blames on yourself because you would want to believe that there's something about you that can still be fixed, I don't know what, you probably don't know either but you find faults in you because you want to believe that if you fix them all, maybe, maybe the people around you won't get tired of you.
Stop, please. This world is a merciless place, it has enough obstacles and it offers lesser kindness than it should and you should be the last person who's tough on you. Please don't do this to yourself. Treat yourself how you treat the people you love, with kindness, be patient on yourself too.
And before you give away the bricks that you've been trying to save to build your own safe space to the ones you love, STOP.
Build yourself first, you will love better, colossal that way, I promise that someday, like a flower, you'll bloom again.
@deepthoughts2 ✨