The Masculine Urge To Make Them Feel Safe, To Remind Them How Lovely They Are, To Make Them Blush With

I wish I can just talk about things with someone. like sometimes I just want to say i'm depressed and lost and want to stop existing. but I don't want them to worry about me or be sad about my feelings. I don't want them to think "oh no idk how to comfort you" or "not this again." I don't want to be a burden or "toxic person". i just want them to understand and then we can go watch the sunset and drink chai or something.

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

The relationships that bring us pain, we must learn to let go of them, no matter how much it hurts. It may feel unbearable now, but sometimes, walking away is the only way to find peace. They may return one day, but by then, they will no longer hold a place in our hearts. Because the truth is, they never come back out of love or appreciation—they return only when regret consumes them, when they realize what they lost.

The ones who caused our suffering, the ones whose words or actions made us cry, may not see our worth today. But time has a way of revealing everything. The pain they gave us today will turn into the regret that haunts them tomorrow. And when they finally understand what they lost, when they wish they could turn back time, it will be too late.

Mujhe mehsus hota hai kay mujh se

Yaqeenan eik jasarat ho gayi hai.

Tumhain koi shikayat toh na hogi?

Mujhe tum se muhabbat ho gayi hai.

jaun elia

"Bol ke dasya te ki dasya."

— if one has to ask for it then what's the point of asking for it.

it's attractive the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

Having a good heart is attractive. being attentive when someone is baring their soul to you is attractive. watching someone fall in love with a part of themselves that caused an insecurity is attractive.

“And when you told me what your favorite book was, I bought it and read it over and over… trying to find pieces of you in it.”

— Unknown

I just hope that no matter how many times this world tries to harden me and turn me into a cold person, I hope I remain soft. May I still be full of love. May I still be soft and sees hope in everything. And to never become something that once broke me.

My toxic trait: I find it so offending when the person I hate, picks up one of my interests or starts listening to that one underrated artist I love. It's like sharing your room with the cousin whom you absolutely detest for some reason.

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.