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All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Cosmic Illumination: Ours Brighter than the Northern Lights
The Shattering Goodbye Five months have eclipsed since Jake's devastating words, "I am too old for you...Definitely not me," shattered our three-year relationship into a thousand shards. The memory of his abrupt departure haunts me, a specter that refuses to fade. Those initial ninety days after our cataclysmic breakup were a torturous free-fall into agony's abyss, with thoughts of Jake relentlessly occupying every crevice of my mind. Every person, every object was an inescapable reminder of him.
How I’m Breaking Intergenerational Trauma as an Asian American
When I was 5 years old, my mom caught me in a small lie. It’s unfortunately true — I threw away a bologna sandwich despite saying that I had finished it. Later that day, she told me that she saw it in our trash and that I shouldn’t lie because lying indicates fear, and I should never admit that I’m scared of anyone.
jude odekePublished about 14 hours ago in HumansTrain Love,,,,
In the core of fall's hug, where leaves moved their last three step dance prior to surrendering to the world's delicate hug, there existed a romantic tale hidden in distress and scratched in the broken-down rhythms of a train's excursion.
borsha afrin30Published about 19 hours ago in HumansHow to girl fall in love with me: Unlocking the Secrets
In today's digital age, the quest for love and connection has evolved alongside advancements in technology. As a psychologist specializing in dating advice, my aim is to provide clear and concise guidance for individuals navigating the complexities of romantic relationships.
Michael B Norris (swagNextTuber)Published 2 days ago in HumansHaunting of Willow Lake Manor
In the quaint town of Willow Lake, nestled amidst the tranquil embrace of the forest, lies an old manor shrouded in mystery and legend. Willow Lake Manor, with its ivy-covered walls and faded grandeur, holds secrets that have long been forgotten by the townsfolk. But for Emily Turner, a young woman drawn to the allure of the supernatural, the manor represents an opportunity to uncover the truth behind its haunting past.
Love v. Respect
Love Vs. Respect I’m a regular guy in my regular guy era. But years ago, I was stupid, had no respect, and looked for love. My goal was to be married by 26, but honestly; I didn’t understand what it meant to be a husband. I have not had a relationship last longer than a year in a half. It was not until I pulled back; I realized I lacked respect for myself and women.
T.H. TurtlePublished 2 days ago in HumansTHE PAYCHECK OF INTEGRITY
Title: The Paychecks of Integrity: Beyond Financial Gain In a world often driven by financial success and material gain, integrity stands as a beacon of moral fortitude. While monetary compensation is undoubtedly vital for sustenance and progress, the currency of integrity transcends mere numbers on a paycheck. It encompasses honesty, trustworthiness, and adherence to moral principles, shaping individuals and societies in profound ways.
Happy ThompsonPublished 3 days ago in HumansNavigating Unresolved Love: Steps to Finding Closure
A Guide to Moving On When You Can’t Let Go of Someone Guidance for Dealing with Unresolved Feelings In the world of relationships, few things are as complicated as holding onto feelings that haven’t been resolved. When we care deeply for someone but things get mixed up in misunderstandings and things we don’t say, it can leave us feeling stuck in a whirlwind of emotions. These moments are tough because we want to keep holding on, but we also know it might be time to move on.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished 3 days ago in HumansIt was like a dream
I woke up that morning, and on stretching my hand to my left my eyes still closed at least to wake her up but the only thing I could reach for was the sheets. I quickly opened my eyes just to confirm that I was still not dreaming, but she actually wasn’t there. I then assumed she was at the wash room and began to call out to her, Babe! Babe! No answer, Maggie! again no one answered. Slowly I woke up and headed to the bathroom but she was not there but then I thought she was at the living room but wait! she never wakes up that early infact I am the one who serves breakfast on weekends. Maggie loves sleeping and usually complains that waking up early to go to work makes her sick, so weekends are usually her days to sleep in. I checked her closet but I only found 2pair of shoes and a black velvet dress which I loved, as it was actually my favorite. Whenever she wore it she always looked ten times more beautiful and that made me fall in love with her over and over again reason being I bought it with my own money , my money! as a gift for her on her birthday. As I went downstairs to look for her since she wasn’t responding my phone rang and I hurriedly received it without even knowing the caller, “You killed her, you killed her you idiot”, “sorry? Killed who?!” I was in shock as it was Maggie’s mother and I knew for a fact that she never liked me as she always said I married her daughter to squander her money. Maggie was well established, strong, independent and hardworking woman. For me, I never had a stable job actually I was unemployed but Maggie took me in and accepted my situation and loved me for who I was. I know as a man a lady taking you in is a sign of weakness and the society terms it as being LAMBISTIC. Despite getting negative comments from people I never fell for any, “achana na uyu dem bro si ligi yako” that’s what Kevo a friend of mine used to tell me. Maggie and I had a bond not a chemical one like the covalent or ionic bond this was different a humanic one should I say a ‘James bond’ kind of bond. I felt whole with Maggie. I checked the kitchen, guest house, balcony but still no sign of her. ‘Kwani ameniacha’ I tried to call her but her phone was off and that is when I remembered what Kevo said ‘tafuta ligi yako’ I panicked and sat on the couch she was gone! I poured myself a glass of vodka and relaxed but something caught my attention, it was an envelope. I opened it. It was a death certificate and in it was Maggie’s name. Was I hallucinating?? No! I came back to my senses. I tend to forget a lot mostly after taking some shots of vodka my memory lapses or something? It then hit me that we had buried the love of my life the previous day at her birth place, Chikuti. Maggie had been diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer and had fought a good fight but lost to it. We spent every penny trying to cater for her well but nothing. It breaks my heart knowing that i will never see you again. Oooh i wish that I would also die and meet up with you in heaven. I keep on anticipating for your return as my heart is filled with the desire to delve into every corner of this world alongside you
Brian MartinsPublished 3 days ago in HumansOpen that door and walk through it
Sometimes my only relief when I feel anxious and unsure is to redirect my thoughts like a guillotine. As a woman, I never disregard my gut feelings but sometimes it needs to shut the hell up. I’ve lived a long time, I’ve failed at many things, and for most of it, it was self-inflicted with a spiral of negative thoughts that led to bad reactions. I choose to be confident, know my value, and find a positive outcome to all that worries me. Some may say it’s burying my head in the sand – No! I am going to master getting control, changing this day, and seeing how amazing I am.
Kristen ViscardiPublished 4 days ago in HumansSurvival Tips That Will Get You Killed
I bet you can picture the horrifying day when you just want to enjoy the peaceful ocean, the sun caressing your skin, and the inspiring sound of waves blessing your ears. Moreover, in fraction of a second, an agonizing parting with your silence - a jellyfish sting!What now?At times like this, survival instinct comes to live its own entrance most of the time with what “the experience teaches” in form of advice. Nevertheless, can the reality of these stories compete with that of ‘make-believe’?
Amine OubihPublished 5 days ago in HumansCanelo Alvarez,
Canelo Álvarez: A Portrait of Fire and Finesse, From Humble Beginnings to Boxing Royalty Canelo Álvarez. The name itself contains the weight of expectation, the echo of thunderous crowds, and the undeniable presence of a champion. But in the back of the championship belts and the million-dollar fights lies a story etched in each fire and finesse – a journey from humble beginnings in Guadalajara, Mexico, to the undisputed pinnacle of expert boxing.