a space where emotions meet expression.
Here, I write about life, growth, love, and everything that makes us human.
It’s not just writing; it’s a journey of reflection, lessons, and healing ❤️🩹
Worthy🌷
Worthy🌷
So Finale part is live❤️
A girl finding her strength, her words, and her light after moments of loss and fear inspired you in some small way.I hope you felt her journey, and maybe, in some way, found a little courage to embrace your own.
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So Finale part is live❤️
A girl finding her strength, her words, and her light after moments of loss and fear inspired you in some small way.I hope you felt her journey, and maybe, in some way, found a little courage to embrace your own.
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PART 4- A Book Holds Tiny Worlds Within OUT NOW!!
I’m sorry for late.
CHECK THE STORY !!
Remind you..
It’s a fictional story, but it’s full of emotions, little observations, and moments that quietly shape a life.
Step out with me in her world.
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PART 4- A Book Holds Tiny Worlds Within OUT NOW!!
I’m sorry for late.
CHECK THE STORY !!
Remind you..
It’s a fictional story, but it’s full of emotions, little observations, and moments that quietly shape a life.
Step out with me in her world.
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NEW WORK IS UP!! Go & Check.
It’s a fictional story, but it’s full of emotions, little observations, and moments that quietly shape a life.
This story named ~ “A Book Holds Tiny Worlds Within” .
Check out the story 📸❤️and share your thoughts 😍
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NEW WORK IS UP!! Go & Check.
It’s a fictional story, but it’s full of emotions, little observations, and moments that quietly shape a life.
This story named ~ “A Book Holds Tiny Worlds Within” .
Check out the story 📸❤️and share your thoughts 😍
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Check New Work
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Check New Work
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As children, our happiness lived in small things — a toy, a smile, a bit of love.
But growing up changed everthing.
This post is a gentle reminder to see aloneness differently — to find comfort in your own company.
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As children, our happiness lived in small things — a toy, a smile, a bit of love.
But growing up changed everthing.
This post is a gentle reminder to see aloneness differently — to find comfort in your own company.
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Space for peace, for growth, for the version of you that’s waiting on the other side of release.
Letting go is how you make room for your own becoming.
#Collabrationwork #collabration
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Space for peace, for growth, for the version of you that’s waiting on the other side of release.
Letting go is how you make room for your own becoming.
#Collabrationwork #collabration
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Contains a 10 beautiful poems~ the journey of love.
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Contains a 10 beautiful poems~ the journey of love.
YOU CAN CHECK HERE!!
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We all make mistakes — small, big, and sometimes unforgettable.
But mistakes aren’t meant to cage us in shame; they’re meant to teach, redirect, and rebuild us. Each wrong turn shows us a clearer path forward.
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We all make mistakes — small, big, and sometimes unforgettable.
But mistakes aren’t meant to cage us in shame; they’re meant to teach, redirect, and rebuild us. Each wrong turn shows us a clearer path forward.
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Maybe it’s about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you, so that you can be who you were meant to be in the fist place.
Maybe it’s about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you, so that you can be who you were meant to be in the fist place.
The days when life had no questions, no worries, no weight to carry.
Just laughter echoing in the air, scraped knees, messy hair, and hearts unbothered by the world’s noise.
Those were the days of pure joy — where dreams were simple and happiness was effortless. 🌈
The days when life had no questions, no worries, no weight to carry.
Just laughter echoing in the air, scraped knees, messy hair, and hearts unbothered by the world’s noise.
Those were the days of pure joy — where dreams were simple and happiness was effortless. 🌈
Being human is messy, fragile, and beautiful.
We stumble, we fall, we love, we break,
yet within us lies the power to grow, to rise, and to change.
This poem is a reflection of that journey.
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Being human is messy, fragile, and beautiful.
We stumble, we fall, we love, we break,
yet within us lies the power to grow, to rise, and to change.
This poem is a reflection of that journey.
open.substack.com/pub/itsmesim...