💋 How is Monday going? Just posted the last journal entry from my last day in India 💃🏾 🤓. Wow, what an experience! Go check it out, maybe it will inspire you? You know where to go, link is in bio @erikaddsardinha 😊. Have a lovely week. I'm not commenting on my Monday madness trying to make my brain go back to day shifts 😅. Am I using too many emojis?! Anywho... Namaste y'all 🙏🏾 just keep shining
**STOP** In this Era, every single person is busy in making other person happy, in buttering, in back biting and the most doing “insincerity” .
Have we ever thought?
What would we get, by doing this things and what would be given to us in return?
All these things are just temporary enjoyments and their result i think would be temporary good or bad too.
Is se na to Allah khush hoga, Na akhirat me hume sakoon milega.
So, why to do this?
Jab kuch mil hi ni ra.
Even, i have came across people who have everything but they love adding mirch masalas in everything.
Well, most of these people are our maids, but instead of enjoying her talks about these topics. Do stop her doing that, and also stop yourself listening to them. So, she’ll let her know that you aren’t interested and isi tarah hur ghar me ye honay lagay to ap or wo both will not actually gain bad deeds, it will be better for you and her both. .
I learnt this from my mother, i hadn’t seen her interested in kind of politics and these strange things and do stop her maids too from doing that Ma shaa Allah.
And i loved her this thing .
Please read the caption:
I always make it very clear in my Disclaimer that I DO NOT own the background picture. This profile is meant to promote the poetry in it. I always choose pictures that I think are beautifully created and that compliment my work. I don't want, by any means, to steal anyone else's work. I try to tag (as much as I can) the people that are involved in the only aspect that I don't own - the visual. But due to all the negative responses I've been getting, I may take some time off, delete all the posts I don't own and go back to the basic white backdrop. Thank you.
Until then and to the people that actually enjoy this - Alana Burns.
MONDAY MOTIVATION: This message is the very thing that inspired me to start Journal+ish. I lost sight of this at times when determining the direction of my blog, but this is what I love to write and why I love to write. Every now and then I get a little reminder of that, and this piece of art in @lighthousecoffeebr was certainly one! Cheers to sharing more stories and embracing vulnerability! ✨ . #Repost@lighthousecoffeebr
Everyone has a story. It is important to remember that we are all going through different battles, and we are all trying our very best. We hope this art piece and message resonates with you in your own unique way.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Thanks so much to @bloomingchalk for the hand lettering above the art piece! It turned out beautiful!⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
1 141 hour ago
Hey there Sunshine,
You make the world shine.
Right from the morning bright,
Helping the world make it right.
Happiness in abundance, love infinite,
Make yourself the best thing and love yourself right.
CAN you tell how much I love Sweetbitter?
I’m rewatching the tv show and it’s such a shame that they’re only 30 minutes each. 😭 (Peaches looks some much like a cub here 😂. This is actually one of those rare moments she isn’t all rowdy.)
What show or movie do you watch over and over again?
This is the text from my amazon bio... Jodie spent her early life living near to the cathedral city of Lichfield in the UK. After moving home several times, she came to settle in the valleys of West Yorkshire with her husband and daughter.
As well as writing, Jodie enjoys trying her hand at all kinds of crafts, loves to read (especially YA) and is a big fan of Formula 1.
Anything else you would like to know?
Head to my stories and I will start a Q and A.
Envy (A Deadly Sin Short Story) is out now on Amazon - link in bio. FREE with Kindle Unlimited.
And urge to fight,
With subconscious mind,
spoke for the first time,
With no care of trolls,
With an independent soul,
Feeling free from inside,
Nothing left to hide,
No tears left,
No fears kept,
Now fear couldn't fit,
And the happiness hit
To the lover whose love was unrequited,
"I'm not the right one for you. You deserve better." I guess it would find it's correct place amongst the cliche rejection replies of the era. I know I lied but I never intended to hurt you. What else could I've said? Okay, the mob wouldn't back me as everyone would want me to utter the truth but damn, I know, it's hard to not be loved and even harder when you get to hear it from your unrequited lover's mouth.
I am still processing my thoughts, trying to get straight on point because I'm yet finding it hard to believe that you fell for me. It's been a while since it happened and things have started getting bitter and cold day by day. I have started missing the "you" in you.
Maybe, I've been a douche bag to not have looked at you the same way you looked at me but darling, don't you think it's something involuntary? Maybe, I'm a jerk, my ignorance towards your devotion has brought us here but didn't you already know that I am way to indifferent or rather, careless to even stop to notice what others felt about me?
I was always full of flaws and I'm sorry to have not reciprocated in the way you wanted me to.
Someone will love you
But that someone isn't me.
Yours "not the right one",
1 302 hours ago
This week, I'm finishing a personal essay about revenge and using Ann Patchett’s essay collection as a reference. I love how she draws out beauty in the mundane and conveys emotion without indulging in melodrama. Do you have a favorite essay collection? 📚✨
This is my world. My thoughts. My rights. My wrongs. My emotions. It's all me. It's my head poured out into words. It's my creativity when it comes out. It's my worries when I can't talk it out. Go to therapy they say. - Don't you see me writing ?
i see that you’re wondering.
about the flowers on my wrists.
and in my hair.
when all you ever gave me.
you don’t understand my talk.
of sunrays and warm salt breezes.
for all you ever wished for me.
was the gray rain.
what matters in the end.
is not what you were given.
as much as it is.
what you did with it.