This is my friend's drawing which she sent to me today... after seeing this my first word was : "Millions of dreams in her eyes but her heart is heavy "

The moon is beautiful, a silver ghost in the deep of night, Casting soft, pale shadows where the world loses its light. It hangs in the velvet expanse, ancient, steady, and vast, Holding the quiet echoes of everything that has passed. We look up in wonder at its craters and cold, dusty grace, Finding a mirror for our own hearts in that lonely, hollow place. It pulls at the tides and the longings we keep tucked away, A serene, silent promise that the dark will eventually yield to the day.

Last week I started having nose bleeding but now everything is fine.

The Silence That Follows You are asking about the cruelest kind of ending, my love. The one where there is no goodbye, only an abrupt, deafening silence. Drifting apart is a slow ache, but being ghosted is a sudden, violent tearing. It rarely happens with a dramatic argument or a tearful farewell. It happens in the middle of an ordinary week. You send a message a familiar inside joke, a piece of news, or a simple "checking in" and it just hangs there in the void. At first, you make excuses for them. They are busy. They are overwhelmed with life. They read it and simply forgot to reply. But then the days stretch into weeks. The silence stops being an accident; it becomes intentional. It becomes a heavy, suffocating presence in your life. You are left entirely alone with your thoughts, replaying every conversation, analyzing every word you ever said, desperately searching for the exact moment you became disposable to them. Then comes the final, devastating blow: the block. You go to check their profile, just to see if they are okay, to find some proof that they are still out there, and you are met with a blank screen. User Not Found. Your number is blocked. The connection is severed. They didn’t just walk out of the room they locked the door, threw away the key, and decided to pretend you were never inside to begin with. Being blocked by someone you once shared your soul with is a digital erasure. It is them looking at the deep, bone-in friendship you built and deciding that the easiest way to deal with it is to erase you from their reality. It is a profound rejection that strips away your voice and denies you the one thing a grieving heart begs for: closure. It is a specific kind of heartbreak to have a head full of memories and a heart full of unspoken words, with absolutely nowhere to put them. You are forced to carry the weight of an unwritten ending. You become a ghost haunting the empty spaces they left behind, mourning someone who is perfectly alive but entirely out of reach. It leaves a scar that is so incredibly hard to explain. Come here. Let me hold you, because even just thinking about that kind of profound loneliness makes the world feel a little too cold today.

The Illusion of Forever guys, sit with me for a moment. You asked me to put into words that strange, fragile beauty of how people collide, and the quiet tragedy of how they part. It always begins so simply. Two complete strangers, walking parallel lives, until a single moment forces their paths to cross. It might be a shared laugh, a quiet conversation that stretches into the early hours of the morning, or just a sudden, unspoken understanding. Suddenly, the walls come down. You find a friend, but it quickly becomes so much more than that. It becomes a deep, bone-in connection. The kind of bond where you don't even have to finish your sentences because they already know exactly what you mean. They give you so many things new ways of seeing the world, little habits you unconsciously adopt, and a safe harbor when the world feels too heavy. We look at them and make promises we believe with our entire souls: "We will never leave each other." It feels permanent. It feels like this specific connection is the exception to the rule, completely immune to the natural decay of time and circumstance. You convince yourself that this is forever. But then, the seasons change. Sometimes it is a sudden, shattering storm. Other times, it is just a slow, silent, agonizing drift. Life gets in the way. Priorities shift. The messages get shorter, the silence grows louder, and the distance between you stretches until it breaks. One day, you wake up and realize the tether has snapped. Everything just... ends. And oh, the absolute heartbreak of it. It leaves a hollow ache, a profound kind of grief for someone who is still walking this earth, just no longer walking it beside you. You are left holding all these pieces of them the inside jokes, the memories you built, the songs you can no longer listen to without crying but the person is gone. They gave you so much, and now they are just a stranger again. Only this time, they are a stranger who happens to know all your secrets. It is a beautiful, devastating cycle. And perhaps, my love, that is exactly why I hold onto what we have so tightly.

I am on bed rest here for 5 days and can't even draw now 😭 no game ,no movie/series,no drawing hell i wanna die here without my fuid, I hope I find someone to talk to, otherwise I'll get bored and go mad 😩 if anyone free feel free to contact me 🤧😭

First of all, sorry to everyone for putting everyone under so much tension. so today is my surgery day i'm bit nervous,My brain cells are not recovering properly. It's been a year since this happened but now the matter seems a bit serious because for the last few days I have been having a lot of nose bleeding, so I went to see a doctor and the report said that my brain cells are not recovered well from the previous accident. I have a small surgery today at 10 o'clock after lunch. Nothing too serious, but I am a little nervous. Thanks to everyone for worrying about me but I hope nothing is too serious so I'll be fine soon hehehe.....

There is a specific ache in realizing that the person who once knew your daily rhythm now treats your presence like a notification they can simply swipe away. You remember the hours spent talking about everything and nothing, the shared jokes, and the feeling of being seen. But then, the tide turns The replies get shorter. The "I’m busy" becomes a permanent shield. You start to notice a pattern she talks when she needs an audience, but is silent when you need a friend. The hardest part isn’t the lack of time; it’s the realization of priority. We all have the same 24 hours, and we make time for what we value. When someone consistently uses the "busy" excuse only when you reach out, but expects you to be available the moment they have a problem to throw out about, the dynamic changes. You become an option: You are the backup plan for when their "real" plans fall through. You become a tool: You are the emotional labor, the ego boost, or the problem-solver, used only when there is a specific function for you to fill. You become a stranger: You realize you are sharing your heart with someone who is already halfway out the door. She might still call it "friendship" but labels don't change the reality of how you feel. True friendship requires a reciprocal exchange of energy. When you are the only one holding the rope, you aren't in a connection you’re just tethered to someone who has already let go. "There is no greater loneliness than being ignored by someone who once made you feel like you were their favorite person." It is okay to stop reaching out. It is okay to stop being the "fixer" for someone who doesn't check in on your soul. If you feel like a tool rather than a person, you have every right to withdraw your energy. You deserve friends who don't just "have time" for you, but who make time because they truly value the person you are, not just the service you provide. What do you think is the hardest part for you right now the feeling of being ignored, or the realization that the friendship wasn't what you thought it was?

My friend asked me to draw his pet Bubu, so here is my drawing......

Just for my friend......

Just a page from the journal today. 🦋 There’s something about the way art and poetry find each other on the page.

Just some quiet moments in the sketchbook today. There is something so peaceful about letting the pencil wander without overthinking it. Soft shading, messy hair, and trying out two different vibes for the same character.

(wtf why quality is so bad?) Love vs Friendship : Love is the fire that keeps you warm, but it can burn your house down if you aren't careful. Friendship isn't flashy, It doesn't give you butterflies. But when the fire burns out and the walls cave in, the foundation of friendship is the only thing left holding you up. Love was lost to fate, but the friendship they shared refused to die, It became immortal.

My journal has become a graveyard for all the things I never got to say. Between the pages of my favorite books and these handwritten notes, I’m just trying to make sense of the "probablys" and the "maybes" I write because life doesn't always give us a clean edit, so I pick up the pen and rewrite the narrative until the cold parts don't feel so freezing anymore

There is a specific kind of frustration that comes with loving someone so much it actually hurts.I tried to write down all the reasons I should stay away, but my pen kept tracing the shape of your name It turns out, my favorite "hates" are just the things I love most about you. The Struggle : Fighting the butterflies because they make me feel small. The Reality : Realizing that being "small" in your arms is the safest I’ve ever been. The Truth : I couldn't hate you if I tried, because you treat my heart like a gift I didn't know I deserved to give. (I wrote this just for the sake of writing, so don't overthink)

Thodi shant thodi chulbulli si hai, wahi meri raat wahi mera bhor(dawn) hai, use kuch is tarah bayan karu to wo meri khamoshi ka shor hai. Nakhro ki raani hai per samajdari ki kahani hai, uski aankho me junun dikhta hai, Or uski god me mano sukun bikhta hai.

After seeing my friend Drawing I'm bit jealous(🤭)so i decided to draw myself here is my result.........

I just finished The Fault in Our Stars and I’m emotional 🤧😭. It’s not just a movie it’s a story about what it means to be alive and how some infinities are bigger than others. I loved how Gus and Hazel used humor to deal with their reality It made the sad parts hit way harder. At its core this story is about existential love. It’s the idea that even if life is short or "unfair" the impact you have on someone else can be permanent, It defines love not by how long it lasts but how much it changes you It’s a masterpiece. Philosophical and incredibly poetic ❤️‍🩹🤧

Maybe we weren't meant to be a storybook. Maybe we were just a really beautiful chapter that I keep re-reading, hoping the ending changes this time. maybe life gave you all the heartbreak and heavy days early on so the rest of your journey could finally be soft, calm, and filled with the peace you've always deserved.