Bullet Journal - Blog Posts

Life is like reading. Every time we finish a book and bid farewell to the characters, we may feel intense sorrow and emptiness. Isn't it the same in life? When someone leaves, it's just us finishing the chapters and books they were in. We may feel like they were the best characters ever but we don't know what the new books will have in store for us. We might meet a few better characters, which in my experience has always been the case.

Loving yourself is fun until you realize you are afraid to fall in love with someone else, in the fear of doing yourself wrong, of falling too hard, of not getting loved enough

saying and regretting is better than the regret of never saying all that stuffed in the lungs

@huzaifawrites

I feel like I need to tell u something that I never told u before,but I can’t bring myself to tell u, I wrote messages many times but I either never sent them or erased or deleted them out I am just waiting for the right time but it never comes and my words remains unspoken.I just wish that something I haven’t told u before u are just good at reading eyes.

its finally 3rd December and there's still no one to give me his sweater

Wish i was heather

"You look at him and see the stars and he looks at you and sees the sun and then you both think the other is looking at the ground."

i really wish wish that every eldest daughter has an elder brother in some universe who will cook her favorite comfort food, teases her for petty things, secretly sneaks on her dates and lets her cry in his arms when things go wrong

There are stolen glances and subtle smiles, Maybe a fleeting moment, a secret serenade And for a matter of fact Just friends don’t look at each other like that

I utterly, genuinely hope that every hopeless romantic girly ever, finds a guy who would listen to all her blabbering, keeps telling her how much he misses her and how much he loves her, brings her flowers cuz he just looked at them and it reminded him of her, take her on little dates, teases her about silly stuff but tells her every morning she is the best thing that ever happened to him

The reason why I love stories with sad endings is that it already gave us all the beautiful moments to see. It didn't just say they lived happily ever after all the shit they went through and we didn't even know how they were happy. Did he bring her favourite flowers every time they fought? Did she make his favourite coffee after a bad day at work? We don't know. Missing out on all these moments is more tragic for me than these not happening at all.

Sad endings forces us to keep reminding ourselves of all the good moments that happened. Maybe it was not all Rosie but at least we got the memories.

It makes us believe that some stories remain beautiful even if it doesn't end our way. And sometimes "All's well even if it doesn't end well ".