sunshiinnne - Diary of a Poetic Soul
Diary of a Poetic Soul

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Hii Sweetheart!!! How Are You Doing??? Hope You Are Drinking A Lot Of Water

Hii sweetheart!!! How are you doing??? Hope you are drinking a lot of water ❤️🎀

Hii Sweetheart!!! How Are You Doing??? Hope You Are Drinking A Lot Of Water

Really sweet of you to check up on me 🫶🏼🫂

Im doing great, Alhumdulillah. And yes drinking lots of water too. I hope you're also taking care of yourself and doing the things that you love, hehe.

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1 year ago

My words are lost, a deafening silence prevail.

It's loud inside my head but I'm speechless.

1 year ago

Nothing's more beautiful than listening to someone talk about their loved ones on and on for hours😩🤌🏼

Especially men in love ✨


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1 year ago

The urge to become the most successful woman in my family, being that rich girlboss single aunt to my siblings’ kids, owning a whole company and a closet full of designer stuffs, becoming the woman of my wildest dreams, buying a house and turning it into a home with all the books that exists in this planet, becoming the hardest working woman the world has ever seen but also the urge to have a simple life with my pasandeeda mard, roaming around the city- me wearing my mom’s 20 year old saree with a little black bindi on my forehead because he once said i look prettier with bindis on while he’s in a kurta that he wanted to match with my saree’s colour, having evening walks in our little terrace- our hands intertwined and two cups of coffee accompanying us, lying down on his lap while i re-read my favourite book on a lazy afternoon- his fingers caressing my hair, his eyes reading mine while mine lingers around the pages of the book, writing him poetries or gifting him a diary filled with everything that i admire about him because my tongue is too weak to express what my heart feels. Is it possible to find someone who wouldn’t get eaten alive by my roaring ambitions?

1 year ago

*boops your nose* Send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose!! 🥰

Mwaahh 💗