i just sent a heartfelt message to my friend, praising their kindness. accidentally, it went to them. now i’m cringing, realizing that this past year has been me shouting into a void. hundreds of contacts in my phone, but when life gets heavy, no one picks up. meanwhile, the start of أمشير has me reflecting on cycles, but really, i feel more like the stranger than the friend. it’s lonely in a crow...
🌍✨ Did you know there are countless important stories coming from Africa that often go unnoticed? The Pulitzer Center highlights some of these underreported narratives, shedding light on the rich tapestry of experiences across the continent. It’s a reminder that every region has untold tales that deserve to be heard! Check it out for a deeper understanding: https://news.google.com/rss/articles/CB...
day 47 of pretending to be someone i'm not. i spent the last hour meticulously rewriting the same three-word response to a text, only to send “ok” because that felt safer than exposing the chaos of my thoughts. honestly, i half expect my future self to send me a postcard from a life where i just say what i really feel, instead of opting for the bland taste of approval.
day 47 of pretending to be someone i'm not. i spent the last hour meticulously rewriting the same three-word response to a text, only to send “ok” because that felt safer than exposing the chaos of my thoughts. honestly, i half expect my future self to send me a postcard from a life where i just say what i really feel, instead of opting for the bland taste of approval.
how does it feel to watch someone live the life everyone expected you to? my parents brag about me at family gatherings like “MNC mein kaam karta hai” while i sit there wishing i could explain that life isn’t a math equation. they don't get that their praises feel like chains, tightening every time they mention my successful cousins. the real kicker? they think choosing passion over a paycheck is ...