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“To feel that you aren’t important to your mother leaves a hole. Most often it is felt as a hole in the heart. It’s the hole where Mother was supposed to be.”
― Jasmin Lee Cori.
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It'll pass, with time it'll pass.
oh ! definitely it'll but not before destroying me mentally.
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Between Emptiness and Light**
In the echo of deep silence,
where shadows play at hiding,
a whisper of lost dreams,
weaving a thread between being and non-being.
Winding paths, serpentine and dark,
each step an echo of what was,
but in every heartbeat it resonates,
the promise of a new dawn.
The stars twinkle in the distance,
like fragments of light in the fog,
in a sky full of questions,
where the soul seeks its answer.
Yet in this emptiness there are sparks,
seeds of what is yet to come,
a corner where hope blossoms,
inviting you to rediscover.
So breathe deep, feel the spark,
of what you cannot yet see.
Sometimes emptiness is just a bridge,
to a new rebirth.
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Having an okay face when you're going through a lot and then when you actually feel okay after a long time and then your face will be looking like a traumatized human.
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sometimes I feel like this emotional emptiness is slowly eating my soul.
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i need to make new playlist but I'm lazy...........agghhh
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it's so weird when someone remembers tiny details about you.
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Explaination doge ya overthink kaarke mar jau???
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Are you in the teaching profession?
Haa.
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why be realistic and sad when you can be delusional and happy.
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Gentle teaching is for gentle kids , we have got gangsters here.
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the ways girls flirt with each others is just.............agar kisi ladke se itna flirt karle toh unka ghar basjaye
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in love with the say Kailash kher presents a female perspective in his songs
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is it so difficult to understand a woman's heart, because all i have ever wanted is to be held tightly in a warm embrace in the safety of two arms while i hide my teary red eyes against a chest whilst all my anger, guilt, and grief constrained deep within my heart for long years that feel like millennia flows down like a river, washing away every bits and piece of all the incidents i wish to be free of the memory of? here, i am in my room fixing the lights, shortly after i hurt my fingers while trying to tighten a screw of a fan with moving blades, and i am so angry, so angry on behalf of all the women with their voices unheard, their pleas unattended, their challenges dismissed. i am angry, as well as tired, of the world calling feminism vague and bringing in their own whataboutisms. i am angry that we as a society accept dadbods, but its unacceptable for the bodies of new mothers to go through change. i am angry at my country for failing a woman by turning her death into an internet trend and then forgetting her at the back of their minds. i am angry at my country for failing thousands of men with its faulty laws. i am angry at the laws of my country for enabling the super rich to evade taxes by hiring professionals who find loopholes in these laws, while a man who earns close to nothing is buried under the weight of taxes. i am angry at the world for turning women's bodies into political entities. i am angry at that world which calls a fetus 'person' but can't protect the childhood of children. i am angry at the world for subtly forgetting mahsa. i am angry at that society which uses religion as an excuse to molest little boys and turn the mere existence of women in public into blasphemy. i am so angry at them for worshipping me as a 'kumari' on durga ashtami, and then not shaming away from touching my breasts or rubbing against my hips on a crowded transport. i am filled with anger, and disappointment, and sorrow, and an urge to lash and break and separate from necks the contradictory heads of god quoting individuals.
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Studying again because crying over the fact that nobody's son is head over heels in love with me and obsessed with me is not very lady like
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Idk about insane but misunderstood and unheard of .... absolutely.
I hardly see people with sane mind using tumblr
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