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𓊆 ྀིྀིྀིJournal prompts⑅𓊇

✾ define „dream“ (the first thing people abandon when they understand how this world works)

✾ „sonder“ = the realisation that each passerby has a life as vivid & complex as your own 

✾ „jouska“ = a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head

✾ „dysania“ = when a person finds it hard to get out of the bed in the morning

✾ „hyperthymesia“ = syndrome that makes a person remember every moment in his life

✾ do you think soulmates exist?

✾ what‘s something you wish someone would ask you?

✾ things you regret telling people

✾ whale theory 

✾ sunflower theory

✾ what do you want to let go of before sleep?

✾ a letter to the stars

✾ a dream you want to have tonight

✾ sth the moon would know

✾ sth you wish you said today

✾ brown eyes in the sun

✾ the eyes tell a story that the moon has lived and the heart carries with it 

✾ „eccedentesiast“ = someone who hides pain behind a smile

✾ people don‘t cry because they‘re weak - it’s because they‘ve been strong for too long

✾ like the moon we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again

✾ red string theory

✾ the feeling of being forgotten

✾ wrong time, right person 

✾ a letter from your shadow

✾ last thoughts from a dying star

✾ grief as a living creature

✾ a conversation with death

✾ a mirror that shows your worst fear

✾ write a short story based on a song of your choice - the catch is you must use every single lyric of the song in your story somehow

✾ „overmorrow“ = the day after tmr

✾ „petrichor“ = the smell after rain

✾ „rubatosis“ = the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat

✾ „exulansis“ = the tendency to give up trying to talk abt an experience bcz people are unable to relate to it

✾ imagine you‘re sitting a table with your fears - what are you talking about and who‘s talking the most?

poems & sentences in books / songs

that inspired me & help me get through life

⋆˚࿔ the names that we cherish in our hearts are like our diaries and journals. the very records of our lifes.⋆˚࿔

~ tune in for love ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ i sometimes wish this moment could last forever ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ our secret diary ~

⋆˚࿔  we all have a story to tell - wether we  whisper it or yell. ⋆˚࿔

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you tell her that she's beautiful, she laughs and asks you how, when there's a crack on her front tooth, and there's a crease between her brow. where is all the beauty, in her slightly-too-big nose. in the freckles on her cheeks, and how her hair takes years to grow, and you wonder where she learnt, that beauty lies upon your skin, so that she thinks it doesn't cover, everything she holds within, its very definition is "pleasing to the sense or mind", but she's let them change the way, she thinks her beauty is defined, it breaks your heart to know her mirror, is how she estimates her worth, and not the lives she's made much better, by simply being on this earth. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~e.h.~

⋆˚࿔ her eyes are blue. yours are brown. hers represents the ocean. yours represents the ground. you've always hated your eyes and wished that they were blue. but your eyes have a tint of gold. so rare it must not be true. so yes her eyes are blue. and yes your eyes are brown. but your eyes hold the riches that are buried in the ground. her eyes carry storms and rage like the sea. your eyes carry earthquakes that bring mountains to their knees. maybe her eyes are blue but your eyes reign queen. because they hold the purest riches the world has ever seen ⋆˚࿔

~ nadia ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. it's not.⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ the lorax, dr. seuss ~

⋆˚࿔ there‘s no place i have to go. there’s nothing i really want. there’s none i have to be with. until i met you amidst a snowstorm of love. ⋆˚࿔

~ amidst a snowstorm of love ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ it will be fine. in a few hours, you‘ll be writing about this in your journal because it will be the past instead of the now and everything will be fine. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ salahudin, all my rage ~

⋆˚࿔ there‘s no way to be a poet. you can‘t choose it because it chooses you. maybe your soul refracts the universe in all its complex beauty and you are a shard of light in its great hallway of mirrors. the universe calls and compels you to write poetry because with every ounce of its being, it yearns to know itself through you. ⋆˚࿔

~ poemsia ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ i cared when i met you twice a week. i cared what food you liked. i cared what kind of girl you were. and because i cared, i said what i didn’t really mean. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ the best day of my life ~

⋆˚࿔ sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. ⋆˚࿔

~ schoolgirl ~

⋆˚࿔ “apricity” - the warmth of the sun in winter ⋆˚࿔

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she folded her life like origami, made what was large into something small, bending and creasing her edges, until she filled almost no room at all. she‘d learnt to always say sorry , that she was a burden for taking up space, and so into herself she was folded, locked in her own suffocating embrace.

…

as her eyes took in all of the beauty of a world which she‘d lived life deprived, she learnt there’s no need to say sorry, taking up space simply means you‘re alive. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ e.h ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ the ones who are afraid of hights don‘t trust themselves enough not to jump. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ michael faudet ~

⋆˚࿔ she speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, guitars and stars, then stops short and apologizes for speaking at all. ⋆˚࿔

~ nikita gill ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ it was so easy falling into you again, like losing my place in a book and then retracing my steps back to the past, to find the part in the story i left off. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ lang leav ~

⋆˚࿔ i will forever be a hopeless romantic, and not just with people, but with places, things, songs, animals. i place my love into something electric and soft, leaving my heart open like a rose to the beauty. ⋆˚࿔

~ cristopher poindexter ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “onism” - awareness of how little of the world you will experience ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⋆˚࿔ for i was moving in a circle, not a line as i had thought, the steps i took away from you, were taking me towards. ⋆˚࿔

~ lang leav ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ what happens after you feel everything there is to feel? somehow, there is a sense of comfort of knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as much again. nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ lang leav ~

⋆˚࿔ “jügen” - a profound mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe that triggers a deep emotional response ⋆˚࿔

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “empaths” - those of us who feel everything too deeply. the overthinkers. the ones whose hearts are wired to notice every shift in tone. every delayed response. the ones who read entire stories in a single word text. who replay conversations looking for hidden meanings. who love so carefully because they‘re terrified of getting it wrong. their peace independ on other‘s moods. what looks like neediness from the outside, is really just fear wearing a dim different mask, fear of loss, of abondonment. fear of giving too much and still ending up alone. they love with an intensity most people can’t understand. they remember the little things, notice the unsaid, feel the forgotten. they just need someone patient enough to understand that their extra care comes from extra scars. they‘ve been hurt before because someone once tought them that love leaves when things get hard. and they‘re still learning that not everyone walks away. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⋆˚࿔ the elder daughter loves her family, but prefers to be alone. she is kind but little things make her angry. she has a childish heart but many responsibilities. she has trust issues but tells everything when she's comfortable, she takes care of everyone but when it's her turn everyone get blind. she loves her comfort zone but wants to be a successful and independent girl who doesn't need anyone. she hates when her parents fight but tries to understand both sides of their perspective. she solves everyone's problem but when she get into any problem she runs to god. she loves her siblings but acts tough with them. ⋆˚࿔

⊹ ࣪ ˖ if it stays, it is love. if it ends, it's a love story. and if it never begins, it is poetry. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⋆˚࿔ breathe, darling. this is just a chapter. it‘s not your whole story. ⋆˚࿔

~ s.c. lourie ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⋆˚࿔ wind reflects infp‘s gentle yet powerful idealism and adaptability. like wind, infp‘s can be soft or forceful, are often unseen but deeply felt, and bring change wherever they go. ⋆˚࿔

⊹ ࣪ ˖ moonchild don’t cry, when moon rise it’s your time. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⋆˚࿔  meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite. ⋆˚࿔

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she was everything real in a world of make-believe. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ atticus ~

⋆˚࿔  photos are the only way to hold on to what you knew. because the moments they show never change, when people in them do. ⋆˚࿔

⊹ ࣪ ˖ انه عليم بذات الصدور ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ القرآن الكريم ~

⋆˚࿔  لا يكلف الله نفسًا الا وسعها ⋆˚࿔

~ القرآن الكريم ~ 

⊹ ࣪ ˖ goodbyes make my throat hurt - i need more hellos. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ charlie brown ~

⋆˚࿔  if good things lasted forever, would we appreciate how precious they are? ⋆˚࿔

~ hobbes ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you may not know the reason why for a time i wasn‘t i. there was a man that came and went, on him every breath was spent. i‘m sorry - i forgot all else, it was the most i ever felt. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ lang leav ~

⋆˚࿔  if you want to know his heart, pay close attention to what angers him. if you want to know his mind, listen for the words that linger in his silence. if you want to know his soul, look at where his eyes are when you catch him smiling. ⋆˚࿔

~ lang leav ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ i know you have seen things you wish you hadn‘t. you have done things you wish you could take back. and you wonder why you were thrown into this thick of all - why you had to suffer the way you did. and as you are sitting there alone and hurting, i wish i could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ lang leav ~

⋆˚࿔ if we are lost, God is like water, finding the unknowable path when we cannot. ⋆˚࿔

~ all my rage ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ no matter how much we lost, or however badly we were treated, the fact is we are still human. all we can do is keep on going with our lives. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ tokue, sweet bean paste ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ as the year comes to an end, we often hope that things will be different. we say „i wish for only good things to happen in the new year.“ but remember dear listener, if the weather‘s always sunny, our world will turn into a dessert. … „i‘d like some good things to happen in my new life.“ some good is enough. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ tune in for love ~

⋆˚࿔ it doesn‘t matter once again i can endure by looking at you. ⋆˚࿔

~ hanjisung (skz) ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ they were not kittens, these two. they were small, careful birds, chirping in a language only they knew. a language of pain and memory. but they were speaking nonetheless. speaking when i thought salahudin might always be silent. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ all my rage ~

⋆˚࿔ i bite back a laugh. i know this moment of happiness will trickle by like sand in an hourglass, but i want to make each second count. i want to keep the pain at bay for a bit more. ⋆˚࿔

~ as long as the lemon trees grow ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ please just smile next to me like you are now farther than tomorrow, longer than forever. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ neverending story, skz ~

⋆˚࿔  i understand. in the past, you got hatred to push you to accomplish your goals. but from now on, try to use love as the drive force to live, alright? ⋆˚࿔

~ switch on ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ silence is always harder than words. We sometimes say more things in silence than with fancy words. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ it’s okay not to be okay ~

⋆˚࿔  put down the burden already. it’s not your burden to carry. no one can live your life for you. ⋆˚࿔

~ twinkling watermelon ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ yes we are living and dying at the same time. but right now it’s alright to open your eyes. because like any movie, like any dialougue, the whole world is blue under the moonlight. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ 4 o‘clock, rm & v ~

⋆˚࿔  in life, timing is always terrible. and i always ran away. ⋆˚࿔

~ fight for my way ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ trying to convince myself i am allowed to take up space is like writing with my left hand when i was born to use my right ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ milk & honey, rupi kaur ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ it‘s easy for you since you‘ll forget about me and live on, but i have to stay here by myself, repeating the memories again. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ w two worlds ~

⋆˚࿔ days when you hate that you‘re you. days when you wanna disappear. let’s make a door into your heart. if you open that door go inside. 

 this place will be waiting for you. it’s ok to believe, it‘ll comfort you. ⋆˚࿔

~ bts, magic shop ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ oh, it would be so easy to fall in love, i think wistfully. so easy. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ salama, as long as the lemon trees grow ~

⋆˚࿔ i do see you, i want to say. i do. but not all of you. what don‘t i see noor? what are you hiding? ⋆˚࿔

~ salahudin, all my rage ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ people see what they want to. i‘m sick of hoping that they‘ll see me. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ noor, all my rage ~

⋆˚࿔ how we can skip from one emotion to the other like a well-coordinated dance, i‘ll never know. ⋆˚࿔

~ as long as the lemon trees grow ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ in your life, you would meet about 292 million people. so the odds that two people met is 0.00049 percent. it‘s so faint. but i met you. it probably took me all the luck i ever had. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ lucky with you ~

⋆˚࿔ now is a good time for leaf-viewing. ⋆˚࿔

~ tokue, sweet bean paste ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ if i had not met you on that day, at that time, at that place - we would have been strangers forever. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ wild grass ~

⋆˚࿔  our last conversation ended with yelling. we both said things we didn't mean. i heard there's a woman in palestine who makes flower pots out of used teargas grenades. from this i learned the explosion is not how the story has to end. ⋆˚࿔

~ rudy francisco ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ our memories are about out past but they also make us who we are. we grow up with the pain in our lives and give certain meaning to it. I believe you also watched the fireworks in some place. I‘ll always miss you. thank you for understandind who I was, believing in who I‘ll be and accepting who I am. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ one week friends ~

⋆˚࿔ a long-distance relationship is like your sugar-free drinks. there‘s no sugar at all, just aspartame in it, but it will make you think it’s sweet. all sweet talks over the phone can never amount to a real-life hug. ⋆˚࿔

~ stay with me ~

⊹ ࣪ ˖ if we finish what we want to do by 50, what will we do with all the remaining time? - we‘ll just keep looking at each other. honestly, seeing you makes me happy. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ twelve letters ~

⋆˚࿔ i sometimes think drivers don‘t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly. If you showed a driver a green blur, oh yes! he‘d say, that‘s grass! a pink blur? that‘s a rose garden! white blurs are houses. brown blurs are cows. my uncle drove slowly on a highway once. he drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. isn‘t that funny, and sad, too? ⋆˚࿔

~ clarisse, fahrenheit 451 ~ 

the best things come when you least expect them to. never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. to the world you may be one person but to one person you may be the world

~ xiao mo, love strikes back ~

 

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