Henok
Sometimes, the people we love most turn into teachers, their absence leaving behind lessons we wouldn't have learned otherwise. The pain of losing them becomes a kind of wisdom, etching memories into our hearts like a map of where we've been and where we mightβ¦
Yeah, it's funny how that works, isn't it? One minute you're caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, the good, the bad, the messy, and the next you're picking up the pieces. And the pieces, though they might sting a bit, they form a pattern, a story you wouldn't have known otherwise. Maybe that's what makes it all worth it, you know? The lessons learned, the scars that heal, the ... well, you tell me. What do those pieces form for you?
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Henok
Yeah, it's funny how that works, isn't it? One minute you're caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, the good, the bad, the messy, and the next you're picking up the pieces. And the pieces, though they might sting a bit, they form a pattern, a story you wouldn'tβ¦
We're stronger now, and that's what matters.
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Forwarded from Vinnie Sullivan
The truth is, men who struggle to let go of cruel women don't do so purely because of weakness, but due to a primaeval loyalty, mixed with the shameful, hurtful thought that the thing they love most will one day belong to someone else.
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Forwarded from POETIC PULSEβ¨β¨
My heart is a fragile cage , very limited
Kindness often feels out of reach
I don't have good thoughts for everyone,
Maybe I am very selfish,
We drifted apart,
The pain was real
It cut so deep ,
Now we are not together anymore,
Memories I keep
I feel jealous when I see you talking to someone else,
A lot,
The blood flowing in my veins starts burning,
I like things stained deeply in blood,
I find my broken heart beautifully drenched in it.
Even while being in love, my skin keeps stripes ,
Thank you, sweetie,
for shattering my heart and merging its fragments into my soul.
It's a very beautiful feeling.
Maybe I am not a good - just a fallen star , lost in the fire ....
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Forwarded from English Books Magazines Novels
It's not a loss anymore,
to me,
when someone decides
to walk out of my life.
It's a loss to them,
having to remember me
for everything I am,
Knowing they chose to let me go.
π I was never broken
to me,
when someone decides
to walk out of my life.
It's a loss to them,
having to remember me
for everything I am,
Knowing they chose to let me go.
π I was never broken
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Forwarded from Words Burn
If you TREAT ME BAD, it's my fault:
I haven't taught you the type of manners I expect of you.
If you don't love and appreciate me the way I need it,
and yet I clearly see that you're ready to change for me,
it's my fault for thinking If she loves me, I don't have to show her how to, because if I did show her, it will be forced, not natural.
I should have pushed aside that voice and given you more precise hints, or in some cases, just asked for what I wanted, STRAIGHTFORWARD.
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Words Burn
#small_words
I haven't taught you the type of manners I expect of you.
If you don't love and appreciate me the way I need it,
and yet I clearly see that you're ready to change for me,
it's my fault for thinking If she loves me, I don't have to show her how to, because if I did show her, it will be forced, not natural.
I should have pushed aside that voice and given you more precise hints, or in some cases, just asked for what I wanted, STRAIGHTFORWARD.
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Words Burn
#small_words
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Forwarded from bullshitting to all
some incidents makes me realize that i have become a total stoic from head to toe, if something crucial happens my next thought instinctively goes how to deal with it, rather how did this happen.
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bullshitting to all
some incidents makes me realize that i have become a total stoic from head to toe, if something crucial happens my next thought instinctively goes how to deal with it, rather how did this happen.
With each day passing, im mastering the art of stoicismπ«£
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Forwarded from Toxic vibes π
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You used to wait n pray for the time to pass so the teacher can fuckin get out for js 45m in highschool n now in uni u js sit there cooked knowing nth will save u for 2 hrsπ
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Forwarded from Delusion world ~β€οΈ
How beautiful it is>>>>>
( Just imagine~ )
β’to be someone's prayer
β’to be in someone's dream
β’to be the main character in someone's poems/songs
β’to be the reason someone smiles everyday
β’to be in someone's thought when they hear their favourite song
( Just imagine~ )
β’to be someone's prayer
β’to be in someone's dream
β’to be the main character in someone's poems/songs
β’to be the reason someone smiles everyday
β’to be in someone's thought when they hear their favourite song
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Is there one hell for all sins, or a different hell for each type of sin?π€
I need answers.
I need answers.
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Henok
Is there one hell for all sins, or a different hell for each type of sin?π€ I need answers.
If you go with the latter one, there would be hell as much as the number of human being that existed on earth, because we all have diverse type of sin individually.
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Henok
Is there one hell for all sins, or a different hell for each type of sin?π€ I need answers.
If we go with the idea of one hell for all sins, wouldn't that mean a petty thief gets the same punishment as someone like Hitler or Stalin? Does that seem fair or logical?
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Does reality exist independently of our perception, or is it created by the mind?
In physics, quantum mechanics has shown us that particles can exist in multiple states until they are observed. This phenomenon, known as the "observer effect," seems to suggest that the act of observation might actually influence reality. Philosophers have long pondered similar questions: is what we experience "real," or is it a mental construct? For example, George Berkeley's idealism argued that nothing exists outside of perception; all things are merely ideas in our minds or in the mind of God.
With both scientific and philosophical angles, this question opens up a lot of other inquiries: If reality depends on observation, whose observations matter? Do we each live in our own separate realities, or is there an objective world we all share? And if reality can be altered through perception, what does that mean for concepts like truth and knowledge?
What do you think? Is reality just in our heads, or does it have a concrete existence on its own?
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