i hope the next time when love finds you, it's warm enough to save you from the frostbites this cold world would've caused you. i hope it's safe, i hope it doesn’t leave your nose bleeding, i hope it doesn't break your self esteem.
it makes you feel like home.
the world is a lonelier place without you now. the moon doesn't shine as bright as it used to be — at least not for me. and the nights are colder, the sun, smaller, and i wonder and wonder and wonder; are you happy now?
wherever you are, i hope so.
i love handwritten letters. i adore them. handwritten letters are so personal and genuine. i love imagining the person sitting down and pouring their heart and emotions into those words. it's absolutely adorable and i love it.
maybe the happy ending is that you fall in love with your life-eat your favorite foods, admire sunrises and sunsets, pick up the book you've been trying to finish, dance to your favorite songs, buy yourself flowers. bring your mind back to how blessed you are.
i miss you, so i write. the words that i tend to scribble still here, longing for your presence and the way how it shimmered after i wrote a poetry for you. those construction of letters that i made retained in the paper which i dedicated for you—my poetry still into you. (+)
for everyone who's been dealing a lot lately, hang in there. there is no such thing as forever, love. you won't suffer for eons. everything will be alright. know that someone out there would love to hear the battles you dealt alone.
they won't let me go outside tomorrow ya Allah im already crying regretting how do i convince them now everyone every single individual will be outside tomorrow and gather at shaheed minar and here me...oh fuck this is so painful
growing up
in the household
where loud voices
raised when having
a fight,
a household
where falling of tears
shouldn't be infront
of their shadows,
i shouldn't let
them see my
scars so i hide
them,
when you think you have nothing left, you still have the moon, sunsets, your favourite music, paper to write on, warm clothes, new starts and your precious self.
this is a reminder that you did great today. i know everything drains you and i just want you to know that i am with you in this battle. let’s fight this together until we get to be successful someday. continue your progress. you have me. i am proud of you. 🤍
remember that you will not stay longer in the phase where waves come into your life and you’re drowned by it. life is not all about the storms— it is not all about downfalls and hardships.
the moon will always remind me of you. as the day the universe took you from me, it shone so bright, and it was an oh so beautiful sight, amidst it unable to compare to your smile.
i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you
we all suffer from pain, feel fear, and revulsion. we are imprisoned in the sullen abyss that seems endless. we are all waiting for someone to enlighten our souls so we can be freed from our terrifying delusion. we are all human beings.
we exist
we are valid
we are important
i dreamt to be a poet. but most of the time, i want to be a poem. to be written. to be heard. to be read. to live in the creativity of imagination. to reside in the wilderness of mind. i want to be a poet, but i i found solace in dreaming to be a poem.
i should act
strong and lively
to show no
weakness at all.
and i wander
around, where's home?
that would be hard
to stand still when
in fact i'm falling again.
thinking about the time when namjoon said "its hard to admit but we can't solve every kinds of problems, sometimes it just feels too much to bear myself but when things are too tough i think of the faces who i love and who love me, like you".
We (Bangladeshi) students are currently peacefully protesting against quota,but Student League an organization of the government ambushed us.Nearly two hundred people were injured and many were killed in the attack++
everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee i drink or how long i lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. my soul is tired.
just because your day might feel rough and tough doesn't mean that every day is going to be that way. remember, it may be a bad day, but it's not a bad life. things will get better and today's struggle will pass.
my almost (or not)‚ writing this feels hopeless.
i know you like her. i see it because i was once there— i was once her. and i have no business to deal with you any longer‚ but what i know‚ is that she isn’t me—and she can treat you better.
the things that bring me the most joy are the simplest: the feeling of climbing in to my own bed after a long day. the smell of coffee. a stranger being kinder than i expected. waking up to the sound of rain. the jingle of a loved one's laughter. these simple joys are all i need.
when the night comes, vulnerability strikes. when nighttime takes place, i become vulnerable and i unmask everything. it is my time to rest and let every emotions out because i know when tomorrow comes, i’ll be strong with no signs of weaknesses behind me.
i hope when love finds you again, i hope you feel comfortable around love, I hope you can build a gate to let love pass through your walls. may love never find you unless it's the right kind of love, because I know another fake promise can destroy your ardour towards love.
i hope when love makes you cry, the tears that come out are tears of joy. i hope love knows your favourite song, i hope love finds a way to dance with you on it. when love finds you again, i hope it stays. and even if it doesn’t, i hope it leaves memories you can cherish.
পুলিশ বিজিবি র্যাব নামিয়ে শত শত মায়ের বুক খালি করে এখন সংবাদ সম্মেলনে এসে বলা হচ্ছে "আমি চাই না কোনো মায়ের বুক খালি হোক।" এমন মিথ্যা হয়তো নেতানিয়াহু বা ৭১ সালে ইয়াহিয়াও বলেনি
STEP DOWN FASCIST HASINA
bts truly love their armys so much from the very deep of their heart they always want their armys to be safe healthy and sound oh thinking about this simple thing just make me cry so bad it physically hurts actually how much i love them truly
i urge the international media
@AJEnglish
@bbcbangla
@BBCNews
@CNN
to talk about Bangladesh as there might be another internet blackout in the whole country. Dictator Hasina is butchering us, there's only blood, blood and blood.
STEP DOWN FASCIST HASINA