The Goal For This Year And For Every Year Is To Be Kind And Also To Stop Being Scared Of Literally Everything.

This is Palestine our Homeland.

Life, like the seasons, is full of cycles. Just as trees shed their leaves in autumn but remain strong through winter, we too go through phases of loss, change, and renewal. Difficult moments don’t define us—they prepare us for growth.

No matter how much you feel like you’re losing, trust that better days are ahead, and like the tree, you will bloom again.

There are moments in life when you are faced with decisions that feel impossible, where every choice seems to pull you in opposite directions. Often, one of these choices may involve letting go of something or someone you deeply care about, knowing that it will break your heart in the process. It can feel like an unbearable weight—like you’re choosing pain over comfort. Yet, within this heartache lies an unspoken truth: sometimes, the hardest choices are the ones that bring you the most peace. Letting go, though excruciating, can clear the path for healing, growth, and the space needed to breathe again. It may not be immediate, but peace often follows when we allow ourselves to step away from something or someone that no longer serves us.

It’s a bittersweet realization that peace isn't always the absence of pain, but rather the courage to embrace the discomfort of necessary change. It requires a kind of inner strength to make the choice that feels like it's unraveling your heart, yet trust that it is stitching back together something more aligned with who you are becoming. In the end, it’s not about avoiding hurt but about finding the freedom to live authentically and at peace with yourself. And though the road may be painful, it is through this heartache that we often find the clarity and resilience needed to step into a future where we are whole again.

‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 A͓̽b͓̽d͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽a͓̽h͓̽

"If your hand can move through my body and touch my heart, what would you feel emanating from it?

Sorrow and emptiness in the dark black spaces hallowed out where loved ones were lost and their seats are empty? Telling you I'll never be the same person I was before those losses.

Hypervigilance which has my heart in a constant state of alert for potential threats around me from past traumas? Always aware of my surroundings. Compassion and Empathy in great vibrations through your fingertips telling you I often put other people's feelings ahead of my own?

Avoiding conflicts to save any bad feelings to the other person, keeping my feelings to myself often to keep the peace, even if that means sacrificing what I truly feel and want. Overly understanding and kindness you feel moving in slow soft waves over your hand-so others don't feel how I've been feeling, and it can turn their whole day around into a smile?

Welcoming pure love telling you I made a home for you in a special stained-glass colored place in my heart so I can always embrace you there? Innocence beaming that's almost childlike swinging high on a swing in the golden sunshine, holding a yellow dandelion flower in my hand as my feet can almost touch the clouds in the blue sky without a care in the world? Romance that makes my delicate feminine soul look like pink pastel hues, and feels like a white doily lace on an old antique side table with an ivory Tiffany lamp warmly illuminated by the light through the drapes?

Passion searing hot red flames with heat that would scorch you until you learn to tame and control it till it surrenders to you? Desire and sensuality in the corners ready to lure you with the look of my eyes and a devilish smirk in my smile?

All that you can feel with just one touch.

One graze of your fingertips sliding down as your hand is cascading through.

So Fuck my soul and feel me entirely- to know me completely, honestly, and wholly with you in it.

Every man hopes to have a good woman by his side, but many don’t realize that women with genuine hearts come with real, powerful emotions. They feel everything deeply, love with intensity, and give their whole heart to the people they care about.

A good woman is loyal to the core, but her tender heart means she can also become frustrated, hurt, or emotional when something doesn’t feel right. This isn’t a sign of weakness—it’s simply because she cares so deeply.

Sure, she might have her moody days, but one thing is certain: when a good woman loves you, it’s a rare, precious kind of love.

It’s a love you won’t find anywhere else. Value it.

‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 Abdullah

#Abdullah #KittyCat

This is Palestine our Homeland.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗛𝘂𝗿𝘁.

Love is supposed to feel like home, a place where you’re safe, valued, and understood. But sometimes, love comes in a form that breaks you instead of building you. It can make you question everything: your worth, your choices, even your ability to be loved.

Maybe you've experienced that kind of love. The kind that made you beg for attention, for affection, for the smallest proof that you mattered to them. The kind of love that made you feel like you were too much and never enough at the same time.

It’s lonely, isn’t it? To give so much of yourself and feel like it’s never truly returned. To stay awake at night, overthinking their actions, wondering if you’re the problem when all you ever wanted was to be loved right.

If love ever finds me again, I hope it’s not like that. I hope it’s from someone who makes me feel whole, not someone who leaves me doubting my value. I hope it’s with someone who loves me for who I am, not who they want me to be. Someone who doesn’t make me feel stupid for trying, for caring too much, or for giving my all.

Love shouldn’t be this hard. It shouldn’t hurt this much. I don’t want a love that feels like a lesson. I want a love that feels like peace. If that’s too much to ask, maybe I’d rather wait, lonely but whole, than settle for another love that breaks me.

Because I’ve learned one thing: the love we deserve doesn’t make us beg for it. It just stays. It just feels right.

Abdullah.

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

The worst part about growing up is realizing that most adults are just children who never healed.

My silence means I am tired of fighting and now there is nothing left to fight for.

My silence means I am tired of explaining my feelings to you, but now I don't have the energy to explain them anymore.

My silence means I have adapted to the changes in my life and I don't want to complain.

My silence means I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything I ever wanted from you.

My silence means I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity.

Did you think about her as you were driving alone? Maybe in the middle of a meeting. Or maybe as you're working on a document alone in your office. Did you remember how you had her on the floor under your desk? Over your desk? In the conference room where you typically sit when you're making a deal? Her presence is at your work at any point of the day in different rooms.

Maybe you can even smell her perfume lingering, remembering those moments. Do you close your eyes as you see it in your mind? Still hearing her moans? You can almost feel her writhing under you. All as if it was just yesterday. Yet was months ago. The anticipation just grows throughout your day.

Visioning how she turns and looks at you with that look only she gives you. You know the one. The one that makes you sit back and just want her as you're at dinner. The clock is ticking and your anxiousness grows knowing you'll meet that night. No one ever made you feel the way she does. No one ever connected with you on so many levels, especially sexually.

She meshes with and wraps around you like the scarf around her neck-as you pull it back and twist to choke her as you're kissing her in your car. No one knows you and understands you the way she does. You never fully showed anyone all that you are, the real you....except for her. She knows.

She can gauge your reactions, your feelings, your next words, your mood, even your next thoughts. You've never been this open and raw with anyone else.

And neither has she. Only you know the real her. All the sides of her that makes her who she is. You also gauge her moods, her reactions, her feelings.

You know her more than anyone else ever has. It takes a lot for her to show the real her. Just like you. And you found it in each other. No other relationship you had was like this. Intense, raw, open, high trust, sensual, romantic, and dark all in one. You can't get enough of each other. So yes, you anticipate all day while you're at work.

Waiting for that time you'll meet again and feel her body against yours. Her hair in your fist, your mouth on her neck. All she has to do is close her eyes and imagine and feel as if you're right there, touching her, feeling her.

Now all you have to do is text her what lingerie set you want her to wear. Only thing is...will she listen. Will she challenge you and rile you, stirring something deep and primal inside?

She enjoys doing that to you. And You know you love it.

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