And Sometimes I Have Kept My Feelings To Myself, Because I Could Find No Language To Describe Them In.

When the pain becomes too much to explain. When we’ve done everything we could, and still watched it all fall apart, we tell ourselves it was fate. Bcuz sometimes, no matter how hard we try, things don’t work out. People leave. Dreams break. Plans fall through. And we sit with the pieces, wondering if it was ever in our hands to begin with. We call it Naseeb—not because we’re weak, but because we’re human. Letting go and believing it was meant to be… sometimes that’s the only way to choose peace over endless questions.

When things fall apart and we’re too tired to try again, we call it fate.

It’s easier that way—blaming the stars instead of facing how much we’ve lost, or how much we couldn’t fix. Sometimes we gave everything and still ended up with nothing. So we tell ourselves it wasn’t meant to be. And in the silence that follows, we live with all the “what ifs” we’ll never get answers to.

Love is buying someone a book and writing a note to them on the first page💌🤌🏻

I love your blog so much 🤧🩷......btw you from ???

Thank you for appreciating 🌻🤍 i'm for Delhi.

"Hey" with the intention of going bookstore date like this

You seem cool. Not "cool" cool, but a leaf falling from the tree in the beginning of autumn cool. The summer sun setting kinda cool. The melancholy evening with the lights turning on kinda cool. A nice kinda cool.

hayee... this is such a beautiful compliment i ever got❤️🤌🏻 literally made my day thank you so much for such a lovely words in a poetic way. it meant a lot. thank youu<33

“What cannot be said will be wept.”

— Unknown

there's so much joy in living a private life. looking really good and not posting it, going to a new city and not telling anyone, getting a fancy dinner by yourself dressed up.... like it just feels like life.. i feel alive and less preformative

Some sorrows are not meant to be spoken, only endured. Their depth is known only by you and the One who created you. And perhaps, in that silence, in that solitude, you will find the strength you never knew you had. Because even when the world doesn’t see your pain, He does. And He is the only one who can truly heal what is broken inside you.

There are some pains so heavy that even words fail to carry them. You long for someone to listen, to understand, to say something—anything—that might ease the weight in your heart. But sometimes, no conversation can lighten the burden, no words can truly comfort, and no shoulder feels close enough to lean on. You cry in silence, hoping for relief, but some wounds are meant to be carried alone.

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