https://www.instagram.com/reel/DRuiKxWCNtm
why algorithm suggested this to me 😔
khi mai bhi "मद्धम आंच का कुनकुना सा" toh nhi?
why algorithm suggested this to me 😔
khi mai bhi "मद्धम आंच का कुनकुना सा" toh nhi?
Interesting experiment by Robert Klerk
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Enough effort. Enough action. Enough self-work. Enough self-protection.
i'm still standing for myself and that matters the most
planning for the perfect, acting on with imperfect potential—it's allowed here ✅
outcome|consequences? — unse jaake kehdo mere iss dil ko istemal na karein, mai bhi hu insaan jeene de chain se mujh-ae
#Journal #forFutureSelf
i'm still standing for myself and that matters the most
planning for the perfect, acting on with imperfect potential—it's allowed here ✅
outcome|consequences? — unse jaake kehdo mere iss dil ko istemal na karein, mai bhi hu insaan jeene de chain se mujh-ae
#Journal #forFutureSelf
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Is your purpose of working hard just for materialistic comfort and stability that costs money, or for the peace that you don't have to suffer anymore because of money and to achieve what you want in life?
Alex Never Dies! via @LyBot
First to Eleven – Everything I Wanted
As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you
Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to
If I could change the way that you see yourself
You wouldn't wonder why you hear
"They don't deserve you"
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Here comes the new year, 01/01/2026
it's gonna be really sweet for real; I really can't think otherwise, even if the future is uncertain.
LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Alex Never Dies!
meri jaaan ja rhi hai... duniya khatm hone wala hai
subha hogyi guys (bura sapna dekh rha tha)
Alex Never Dies! pinned «सच है, विपत्ति जब आती हैं कायर को ही दहलाती हैं सूरमा नहीं विचलित होते क्षण एक नहीं धीरज खोते विघ्नों को गले लगाते हैं काँटों में राह बनाते हैं मुख से न कभी 'उफ' कहते हैं संकट का चरण न गहते हैं जो आ पड़ता सब सहते हैं उद्योग-निरत नित रहते हैं शूलों का मूल…»
Chor
Justh
mera naam, bhi leja mera kaam, bhi leja mera ram, bhi leja mera shyam...
kal raat aaya mere ghar ek chor...
aake bola dede mujhe jo bhi tera hai <3
maine bolaa...
meri jeet, bhi leja meri haar, bhi leja mera darr, bhi leja mera ghar, bhi leja mera khwab, bhi leja mere raaz, bhi leja mera gham, bhi leja har jakham, bhi leja meri jaat, bhi leja awkaat, bhi leja meri baat, bhi leja halaat, bhi leja leja mera jo bhi dikhe jo na dikhe wo bhi leja... 🥹
karde mujhe aazad...
#krishna@songsthatiadore
Forwarded from Signal lost
The Digital suicide:
This is not a cry for help.
This is not a dramatic exit.
This is simply the end.
Five years reduced to a decision.
Messages, usernames, servers, echoes, all gone not because they hurt me,
but because they never held me either.
I stayed longer than I should have.
I spoke more than I needed to.
I mistook visibility for existence, and presence for connection.
Somewhere along the way, I realized something quiet and irreversible:
Nothing here knows me.
Nothing here misses me.
Nothing here would notice if I vanished, except the logs.
So I'm choosing absence.
Not out of despair, but clarity.
Not because I lost, but because I refused to keep playing a game that only rewards noise.
If you are reading this, you were never meant to find me later.
This is the last trace, the last artifact, the final proof that I was here,
and that I chose to leave.
No afterwords.
No forwarding address.
No resurrection arc.
Just silence.
~ The end of my story.
This is not a cry for help.
This is not a dramatic exit.
This is simply the end.
Five years reduced to a decision.
Messages, usernames, servers, echoes, all gone not because they hurt me,
but because they never held me either.
I stayed longer than I should have.
I spoke more than I needed to.
I mistook visibility for existence, and presence for connection.
Somewhere along the way, I realized something quiet and irreversible:
Nothing here knows me.
Nothing here misses me.
Nothing here would notice if I vanished, except the logs.
So I'm choosing absence.
Not out of despair, but clarity.
Not because I lost, but because I refused to keep playing a game that only rewards noise.
If you are reading this, you were never meant to find me later.
This is the last trace, the last artifact, the final proof that I was here,
and that I chose to leave.
No afterwords.
No forwarding address.
No resurrection arc.
Just silence.
~ The end of my story.
Signal lost
The Digital suicide: This is not a cry for help. This is not a dramatic exit. This is simply the end. Five years reduced to a decision. Messages, usernames, servers, echoes, all gone not because they hurt me, but because they never held me either. I stayed…
it is witnessed with seriousness it deserves
Signal lost
This is not a cry for help.
Signals are not weakness.
They're how living systems refuse disappearance in life.