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[newsupdate2]

Her viral Video Link

[sleepwxlk]

“The Art of Healing”

There are days when the world feels too loud,

when everything around you demands attention,

and you forget the sound of your own voice.

But healing begins in quiet places,

in the spaces where you can hear your heart again,

and remember what it means to be kind to yourself.

You’ve spent so long giving,

pouring from a well that’s run dry,

but now, you’re learning to fill it again—

slowly, gently,

with patience and care.

There’s wisdom in listening to the whispers

your body speaks when no one else is around.

It’s okay to rest,

to say “no” when the world asks for more than you have to give.

Healing doesn’t happen in a rush;

it happens in moments

when you allow yourself to be whole,

exactly as you are.

Trust the process—

trust the silence that teaches you to breathe,

the stillness that reminds you

that you’re worth the time it takes

to put yourself first.

No one else can do it for you.

You are the one who knows

how to heal.

And as you do,

you’ll find that the pieces of you

that once felt broken

are simply waiting to come back together—

stronger, kinder, and more whole

than you ever imagined.

- DK

[silent-insanities]

The winter has never felt so lonely.

[catherineeverlasting]

Lucy Carlyle, at your service xx

Original art by me!

[woundsoflove]

“We loved with a love that was more than love.” ― Edgar Allen Poe

[a-j-s-the-only]

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."

-A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

[thepathetickind]

I was thinking about how much I want you

by laurenmaerie, bad in love

[mohamedbenjamaa]

الصّباح يتجمّل

أمام المرآة

والشّمس ناعمة وذهبيّة..

أنت !..

محمد بن جماعة

[m00wd]

It's Ironic How People Are Against Abusive Relationships Where The Man Beats The woman, But When They See A Mother Beating Her Child They Say Nothing.

[newsupdate2]

Reality’s on videos

[nyx-poetry]

reality distortions

you cannot play on broken strings and darling we were the most broken of them all now my fingers bleed crimson red the color of a love that died along with the will to live and all that's left is misfortune hallow hearts and reality distortions ~ nyx

[silent-insanities]

The wounds never heal; they scar.

[therealamg14]

I want the kind of love that knows me. I want this man to know that when I'm reading I love to curl the pages. I want this man to know what my favorite meal is and how I like it cooked. I want this man to know what movies are sure to make me cry. And which ones make me laugh when all I can do is cry. I want the kind of love where we do mundane things together but he knows my routine and I know his. I want my man to know the way my voice sounds when I don't feel well physically or emotionally. I want him to know how messy I can be. I want him to know how paint and words and art will live with us in our home because I love them and play with them often. I want him to know my insecurities. My stretchmarks and scars and they way my hair goes crazy when I sleep. I want to be wanted because of those things. I want for him to want to know these things. And I want to know him too.

-a.m.g.

I hope this one makes sense lol

[woundsoflove]

You & Me: no agenda, no blueprint, just two souls connecting in the most effortless, yet profound way.

[readsunshine]

And I'd listen to you as if I'm your diary on a very lonely night when your heart felt too heavy to talk to anyone.