It's Only Because Of Their Stupidity That They're Able To Be So Sure Of Themselves.

" You don't have to be first to feel successful. You just have to try your best ."

Success is often misunderstood as being the best overall. When we have this mindset, we focus on being the best compared to others instead of being the best version of ourselves.

Achieving success requires a positive mindset aimed at personal growth and improvement, but, we often treat it as a competition where winning is the only goal. The truth is that even if we win in one aspect of life, we might lose in others, so a true winner never exists.

While winning can bring temporary happiness, true joy comes from personal improvement and doing better than before. Although, being first feels rewarding, it shouldn't be the sole measure of success.

Even if you're not first, but you've given your best, that's something to celebrate. Trying your best requires discipline, commitment, and perseverance, and that, in itself, is a victory.

Decide today that you are gonna WIN. Quit limiting your beliefs, and go after what you really WANT. I think we both know you are capable of achieving great things - there’s nothing stopping you but YOU.

Now, what is it that you really want?

Have a Great Saturday.

If one day I stop communicating with you, don't worry, I don't hate you, maybe I got tired of catching your attention.

Literally asked for the bare minimum, and you made me feel like I was asking for too much.

I noticed, but I didn't say a thing, because I always try to understand even if it will hurt me.

Sorry. Im done.

‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 Abdullah

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A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. Its a hundred years since we've met - it may be another hundred years before we meet again.

#Abdullah.

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

If you don’t love yourself you will always be chasing after people who don’t love you either.

My Goodness!!!

He loved her for her my mind. The straight lines of correct connections, and even the scribbles going every which way. The over-thinking mind, the over analyzing mind, the smart mind, and the chaos within.

He loved her for her heart. The deeply feeling, super in touch with her emotions, very empathetic, and capable of deep soulful passionate love. Even with the beautifully colored stained glass shattered pieces within, and the black hole that can't ever be mended from the brokeness she feels. He loved it all.

He loved her for her body. Sensual, porcelain, silky soft, beautiful, and innocent. With a dark that he only gets to see, adore, devour, and chain for his using.

He loved her for her smile. For when she asked what he misses most, He always answered 'You're Smile'.

He loved her for her eyes and the way she looked at him with love, trust, devotion, desire, seduction, and teasing. A look that would make him sit back when she turned her head to the side to look at him longingly.

He loved her for her cute jokes, and bubbly, happy, kind, personality that was infectious.

He loved her for her bad days. The days when she spiraled down, felt numb, was quiet, with no enthusiasm, slept for hours, and stared off into space. Maybe that's when he loved her the most. When she was at her most vulnerable point, broken, a complete mess, just crying, and not herself. That's when he loved her harder. Even the strong fall.

But if she asked him when he loved her immensely with the outpouring of his soul, She would have to say...when she's standing infront of him wearing just her black lace panties, her arms tied bound above her, trust given to him 100%, with a whip in his hand as he's admiring his handiwork, and licking her tears...telling her how beautiful she is, and that she's the love of his life.

That's when.

-Abdullah

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

One of the hardest pills to swallow as an adult is that not everyone can afford to sacrifice.

Not everyone can drop everything all at once and go on a great venture towards the uncertain roads―just to feel something new or just to restart life. Some find it easy to risk because they still have something to return to. But what about the others? What about me? What I have now is all that I got. If I stumble, it’ll take me years to get back to my feet again.

All the steps I take are counted one by one, and I feel like I was always unlucky when it comes to finding my place in this world. I am a coward, but I am extra careful. I am hesitant, but I am always protective of what I have earned.

Maybe, making mistakes is a privilege. Everyone can move forward with questions left untouched in the morning, but for someone like me who doesn’t have lifelines, I fear the cruel answers and rejections that would come up with the sun.

All my life, I have been mending the damage of my wrong decisions. And so, I pray this time, that even if I am granted nothing else but just a mediocre life―let it be gentler. Safer. I hope I am content. I just don’t want the world to once again take me at an unfair advantage just because I don’t have enough support systems.

I have no other options but to be my own safety net.

‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 A͓̽b͓̽d͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽a͓̽h͓̽

Wish i was kissing you instead of thinking about you.

Nothing hurts more than when the person who made you feel so special yesterday, makes you feel so unwanted today.

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#A͓̽b͓̽d͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽a͓̽h͓̽

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Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it.