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.
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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.
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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.
@deepthoughts2
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.
@deepthoughts2 ✨
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 ✨
It’s crazy to think that my parents will believe some random ass teacher over me.
Disappointment 🤦🏾♂
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Disappointment 🤦🏾♂
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Caught my girl cheating she said “babeee it’s a prank”
girllll we dont even do youtube
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girllll we dont even do youtube
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Sometimes, when you talk, I am not listening at all. I don't know when it happens, it just does. I suddenly find myself observing the little details of your face. How your eyes gleam when you are telling me a story from your childhood. They squint when you smile, tear up sometimes when you are laughing too hard. You laugh and I trace that grin with my eyes, sorry that I wasn't listening.
We are living a movie of our own, aren't we? Like they do in rom-coms, where everything fades away and I find myself just looking at you. I am that head over heels fool, who hears music playing in the background, watch skies turning pink every time I see you. And you, well, you are you - as perfect as it gets.
You crack a joke and then you laugh at it while everyone else in the room is giving you a side-eye. And when your hair falls on your forehead, you immediately fix them in reflex. The face you make when you are bored out of your mind, not listening to a word, but nodding. I love how nobody else knows you enough to notice, but I do.
So, imagine when you tell me you don't like the way you look sometimes, how I lose my mind. I lose my mind over how you seem to have no idea of what you are. How you just stand unaware that I spend my days waiting to catch a glimpse of you.
This has to be a movie, I am only growing more certain every day. And if it is, I only wish I could go back in time, spend all my days sitting on the rooftop with you, fixing your hair before you could, thanking my lucky stars hanging above us.
@deepthoughts2 ✨
We are living a movie of our own, aren't we? Like they do in rom-coms, where everything fades away and I find myself just looking at you. I am that head over heels fool, who hears music playing in the background, watch skies turning pink every time I see you. And you, well, you are you - as perfect as it gets.
You crack a joke and then you laugh at it while everyone else in the room is giving you a side-eye. And when your hair falls on your forehead, you immediately fix them in reflex. The face you make when you are bored out of your mind, not listening to a word, but nodding. I love how nobody else knows you enough to notice, but I do.
So, imagine when you tell me you don't like the way you look sometimes, how I lose my mind. I lose my mind over how you seem to have no idea of what you are. How you just stand unaware that I spend my days waiting to catch a glimpse of you.
This has to be a movie, I am only growing more certain every day. And if it is, I only wish I could go back in time, spend all my days sitting on the rooftop with you, fixing your hair before you could, thanking my lucky stars hanging above us.
@deepthoughts2 ✨
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To my Best Friend,
It has been a while since we've spoken, no? Well, at least properly. It's just weird how nothing changes, but everything just feels different, you know? I won't lie, there are days when all I do is think about you. I play you in my head like a virtual montage, rolling all day, non-stop. On those days, I can't concentrate, I can't work. It's almost as if you cripple my mind.
Well, I know you've had a lot on your plate. You're moving forward with your life, I'm moving forward with mine. But why does it feel that our lives would move on just fine even if we won't be a part of one anothers'? Is this a part of growing up, too? I hope not. I've been telling myself that maybe sometimes we have to move backwards in order to move forward, but there's only so long I can believe it. And I won't lie, there are nights when I wonder if we did the right thing getting into a relationship. It feels like everything's just falling apart.
I don't know what the future beholds for us. Hell, I wouldn't want to know, even if I had the choice. They do say that 'happily ever after' only exists in fairy tales, and truth be told, I wouldn't have it any other way.
The way I see it is that all we can do is hope. Hope things fall into place, for better or for worse. Hope that things take the upturn.
So, I guess there's nothing left to say except for-
You little shit- hope well.
Yours,
Best Friend first, a beau afterwards.
@deepthoughts2 ✨✨
It has been a while since we've spoken, no? Well, at least properly. It's just weird how nothing changes, but everything just feels different, you know? I won't lie, there are days when all I do is think about you. I play you in my head like a virtual montage, rolling all day, non-stop. On those days, I can't concentrate, I can't work. It's almost as if you cripple my mind.
Well, I know you've had a lot on your plate. You're moving forward with your life, I'm moving forward with mine. But why does it feel that our lives would move on just fine even if we won't be a part of one anothers'? Is this a part of growing up, too? I hope not. I've been telling myself that maybe sometimes we have to move backwards in order to move forward, but there's only so long I can believe it. And I won't lie, there are nights when I wonder if we did the right thing getting into a relationship. It feels like everything's just falling apart.
I don't know what the future beholds for us. Hell, I wouldn't want to know, even if I had the choice. They do say that 'happily ever after' only exists in fairy tales, and truth be told, I wouldn't have it any other way.
The way I see it is that all we can do is hope. Hope things fall into place, for better or for worse. Hope that things take the upturn.
So, I guess there's nothing left to say except for-
You little shit- hope well.
Yours,
Best Friend first, a beau afterwards.
@deepthoughts2 ✨✨
I'll never ask someone for the name of a song, ima just type every word I hear onto google.
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How a ፈረንጅ would define “እስክስታ”
: A sudden movement of the shoulders in unhealthy way, Usually escorted with shaking of the chest or the boobies (if female)
Sometimes involves rolling of the eyes - and creepy face expressions that change frequently - 🤨
May also involve breaking off the neck that can lead to a serious neck fracture
The wierd part is people gather around in a circle to cheer this madness
by clapping and making scary voices..
እስክስታ is a dangerous thing. ✍
@deepthoughts2
: A sudden movement of the shoulders in unhealthy way, Usually escorted with shaking of the chest or the boobies (if female)
Sometimes involves rolling of the eyes - and creepy face expressions that change frequently - 🤨
May also involve breaking off the neck that can lead to a serious neck fracture
The wierd part is people gather around in a circle to cheer this madness
by clapping and making scary voices..
እስክስታ is a dangerous thing. ✍
@deepthoughts2
How Habesha are you?
Me: I download a game, skip all instructions then ask you how to play.
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Me: I download a game, skip all instructions then ask you how to play.
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