𝑼𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ׁ֪ 

There’s a special kind of ache in realizing they never loved you the way you loved them.

Va kaash leyaaghat daashti.

One day you'll hear their name and realize it no longer changes the temperature of the room.

Yesterday's perfume.

The rain doesn't interrupt the city. It reminds it to breathe.

The saddest flowers are the ones that were never picked... because nobody noticed they bloomed.

It’s a strange city...

ending a friendship because they didn’t show up for you when you needed them the most is VALID

“How traumatized are you?” When beautiful things happen to me, I get nervous.

Where’s the exit

Another morning another “god why am I even here”

He didn’t break her heart in one moment. He did it slowly—through forgotten texts, fading eyes, and the silence that grew between their laughs. She kept holding on, not to him, but to who he used to be.

And Idk when "better" will come ..

I keep stickers to stick them somewhere better, I don't eat my snacks to eat them at a better time, I don't listen to my special music to listen somewhere better, I keep my money to buy something bette

Maybe healing isn't forgetting. Maybe it's remembering without breaking apart.

Sometimes you stop reaching out, not because you don’t care, but because you’re tired of trying alone.

I’ve been keeping myself busy for a long time so I don’t notice it but deep down I just want a genuine happiness that comes from the bottom of my heart ؛ I hate these fucking things that I seek refuge in

The book stayed open, the cigarette burned out, the song ended... and somehow, I was still thinking about the same person.

One day you'll realize you weren't asking for too much. You were asking the wrong person.