TUhe words I cast out, hoping someone would find them, were swallowed entirely by the empty void.nable to pull back the hem of the reality I left behind, I listen only to the cold wind echoing outside the window.
Hampir setengah hari aku dibikin speechless gegara ini. Aku malah diem-diem udah nangis tadi di kamar mandi. dan sampe sekarang rasanya malah pengen mewekk tiap buka grup wa kelas dan baca ulang pesan yg itu 🥺
I’m patiently waiting for the moment we finally meet, look into each other’s eyes, and realize that every moment of waiting was worth it. Until then, keep a little piece of my heart with you. ❤️✨
FWor Carlos A. Curry, struggle was not just one moment. It was a road.hat is struggle? Is it poverty? Is it fear? Is it leaving home, starting over, or learning too young that the world can be both beautiful and dangerous?
I cherish the rough grip of tree bark in the near slip of a log over a creek, the warmth of sun-soaked slate in the sure leap to the next stepping stone. I scour calluses from my soles and build them back the next summer, barefoot in the dirt.
pretentious mfs on tiktok actually piss me off. you are NOT better than everyone else for exclusively reading classics. you need to stop gatekeeping the act of reading while simultaneously judging people for not reading