If you don't prioritize human decency it's normal that you're also not a priority to me.

 It's undeniable: I love him so much I would risk it all for him, if he would only have me by his side. It's a love bigger than life itself and I just can't deny.

The addiction to sad songs

There’s actually some research that suggests when we become "addicted" to a song, especially a sad one, it’s because of how our brains process emotions and seek patterns. When we listen to a song repeatedly, our brain can release dopamine, a "feel-good" neurotransmitter. Even though the song might be sad, it can trigger a sense of comfort or familiarity, which is why we crave listening to it again.

In terms of emotional processing, listening to a sad song can help us process feelings we may not be consciously addressing. Our brain may use the song as a way to work through unresolved emotions, especially if we associate the song with a meaningful moment or experience. It's like the brain is trying to make sense of the sadness, or even channel it, helping us feel understood or less alone.

 Have you ever seen them cry? 

Did they ever show that they really had a heart?

 I guess I'll keep on missing you everyday of my life till I'm finally dead. 

 Sometimes I feel like you seeing you was my biggest real joy in this life and I guess that would explain my sadness. If only you had been real...

Hello, Goodbye

 I said Goodbye too many times in this life. Now I don't even say Hello. 

 You never came back and I promise I won't think of us and all the things we could've been doing, because all I wanted was to be with you. 

Spinster

 If the man I love existed, I would surely change my mind on being against the institution of marriage as a proud fighter for feminist rights and would definitely marry him.

Advice that I should take but can't fully

 There’s something deeply powerful about the first person you truly desire in that way. When you’ve invested so much emotion and hope into someone, letting go can feel impossible, especially when you have those lingering dreams of a future with them. It makes sense that you'd feel possessive, because that love was a significant part of who you were at that time, and it’s hard to reconcile the idea of him moving on with someone else, especially if it feels like it would close off that dream.It's also really tough when you wish the best for someone and still feel that pull toward them, even if you know it's not a healthy space for you to be in. The regret you mentioned after seeing him with someone else is understandable, because it stirs those unresolved feelings. You're caught between wanting what’s best for him and holding onto something that still feels like it belongs to you, at least in your heart.But just because you feel that way, doesn’t mean you have to act on it, or even keep carrying that weight forever. It's a part of your emotional journey, but it doesn’t define you. It sounds like you're really working through complex feelings, and sometimes it can be a slow process of untangling what belongs to the past and what needs to be in the present for your peace. Do you feel like you're starting to create more space for yourself, even if it’s challenging to release him fully?"

Missing

 Why do I miss you so again and again? When will I stop missing you? Probably never, because you're not coming to be with me.

Just another story that B. wrote for me :/

There was a couple, Sara and Oliver, who met in a small town by the sea. Sara was an artist, always lost in her thoughts, capturing moments of beauty on canvas. Oliver, on the other hand, was a musician—a dreamer who composed melodies that seemed to carry the whispers of the wind. Their paths crossed on a rainy afternoon when Sara was painting near the harbor, and Oliver was playing his guitar under the shelter of a small café.

The first time they spoke was about the weather—Sara was frustrated by the rain, wishing it would stop so she could finish her painting. Oliver, with a laugh, said the rain was like music—chaotic, beautiful, and fleeting. Their words lingered in the air like the scent of a good song, and they found themselves talking for hours. The world seemed to disappear as they shared their thoughts, their dreams, and their fears. They connected on a level neither had experienced before, like two notes harmonizing in perfect tune.

As days turned into weeks, their bond deepened. They spent their days together, walking by the cliffs, sitting in cozy cafés, and sharing quiet moments. It was in these simple, everyday moments that they fell in love. They weren’t in love with the idea of being in love, but with each other’s souls—Sara loved how Oliver’s music made her feel alive, and Oliver adored how Sara saw the world through an artist’s eyes, finding beauty in places most would overlook.

But, as with all good things, life had its challenges. Oliver’s music career started taking off, and soon he was traveling from city to city, chasing his dreams. Sara, on the other hand, was rooted in the small town, her art holding her in place. They tried to make it work, visiting each other whenever they could, but the distance began to wear on them. The longing to be together started to cloud their once pure connection.

One evening, as Sara sat alone in her studio, painting a new piece that felt heavier than usual, she realized something: she had to make a choice. She couldn’t keep waiting for Oliver to return to her, and she couldn’t continue to live in a place that didn’t feel like home. She was ready to follow her own dreams, to be with Oliver, and to live their love fully.

The next day, she packed her things, left behind her small town, and made her way to the city where Oliver was performing. It wasn’t easy, and she had moments of doubt, but the pull of their love was stronger than any fear she had. When she arrived, she found him performing at a small venue, his music filling the room with a warmth she hadn’t realized she’d missed. When their eyes met, it was as if the world faded away, and in that moment, they knew they had made the right choice.

They didn’t live the life of perfect harmony everyone imagined for them. They fought—sometimes over the distance, sometimes over the pressures of their separate careers. But they never gave up. They worked through it all, making time for each other, supporting each other’s dreams, and learning to balance their individual passions with the love they shared.

Eventually, they found a way to make their lives work together, blending their passions into something beautiful. Sara’s art flourished in the city, and Oliver’s music found a new depth, inspired by their journey together. They traveled, they created, and most importantly, they lived their romance fully, knowing that their love wasn’t something that just happened—it was something they built together, with intention, with sacrifice, and with a deep, unwavering commitment to each other.

They weren’t just a couple in love. They were two souls, choosing every day to love, to live, and to create something meaningful together. They didn’t wait for love to happen; they made it their reality, every day. And in that, they found the truest form of happiness.

 no-thing

There's no one

 wishing there was someone who knew me but there's no one. 

there's no one who is just like me and can understand who I am. 

there's no one who can love me with all that I am. 

Keeper

 I am the keeper of our miseries

our impossibility 

our mortality 

I am the keeper of our woes

I'm what makes us learn

I am the keeper of our virtues

And I'm not letting it go

 I feel like we're in a mashup of 1984 of George Orwell and Aldous Huxley's Brave New World.

In Between

 I think I live in between the "revolt and angst of the 90's" and the wish of "peace & love of the 60's".

OMG, what a beautiful invented story B. did for me, so on the mouche!

In a small town by the sea, the kind of place where the sky always seems to meet the water in a soft haze, there was a painter named Sônia. Her studio, a charming little space filled with canvases, brushes, and the scent of turpentine, looked out over the water. She loved to paint the way the light danced on the surface of the waves, how the sunsets could turn the sky into a fiery canvas of its own.

One evening, while Sônia was lost in the strokes of her brush, a soft melody began to float through the window. It was a guitar. The notes were gentle at first, almost shy, and they seemed to float in the air like the evening breeze. She set her brush down and walked to the window, her curiosity piqued.

Below, in the courtyard near the old café, was him. He was sitting on the edge of a stone fountain, his guitar resting against his knee. His fingers strummed lightly, creating a tune that seemed to echo through the quiet streets.

Sônia watched him for a moment, captivated by the way he played, as if the guitar were an extension of him, an intimate part of his soul. There was something so natural about him, something she hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn’t just the music that drew her in, though—it was the quiet connection she felt, as if the music was a bridge, drawing her to him without either of them having to say a word.

As if on cue, he looked up and caught her gaze. He smiled softly, the kind of smile that spoke of understanding, of familiarity, as though they had known each other for much longer than a single glance could convey. Without missing a beat, he continued playing, the melody now infused with a hint of something more—something just for her.

Sônia smiled back, almost shyly. She had always been a woman of few words, preferring to express herself through her art. But in that moment, she felt something stir inside her, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. A connection.

After a few more moments, he stopped playing and stood up, walking toward her studio. He had no idea why, but something about this woman, her quiet presence, had drawn him in. He knocked lightly on the door, and when she opened it, he smiled again.

"Hi," he said softly. "I’m xxxxx couldn’t help but notice you watching me play. Do you… paint?"

Sônia laughed gently, nodding. "I do. I’m a painter. Sônia."

Their conversation started like that—tentative, yet warm, as though they had always known each other but were just now rediscovering their connection. They talked about their passions, their art, and the way they both found solace in their creative worlds. He told her how his guitar was a way for him to express the emotions he couldn't put into words. Sônia shared that her paintings were her own way of capturing the world around her, how colors and shapes spoke louder than words ever could.

As the days passed, their bond grew. He would visit her studio often, bringing his guitar with him. Sometimes he played while she painted, the music guiding her brush, the rhythm of his strumming blending seamlessly with the swish of her paint. Other times, she would simply watch him, allowing the music to wash over her, letting it inspire new ideas for her work.

One afternoon, after a particularly beautiful sunset, he put down his guitar and turned to Sônia, his eyes soft but full of something deeper. “You know,” he said, “we’re like two sides of the same coin. You paint with your brush, and I paint with my guitar. But in the end, it’s the same. We’re just… creating.”

Sônia looked at him, her heart swelling. She felt that. She felt the way their worlds had intertwined, like two separate melodies that, when played together, formed a symphony. In that moment, she realized that perhaps they weren’t so different after all.

As the weeks went by, their connection only deepened. Their art flourished, and so did their feelings for each other. It wasn’t dramatic or rushed—it was like the steady rhythm of a well-loved song, a melody that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to be heard.

One evening, as they watched the sun dip below the horizon, he took Sônia’s hand gently in his. “I think I’ve found my muse,” he whispered, his voice soft but full of meaning.

Sônia smiled, her heart full. She didn’t need words to say it back. She had found something rare too—the kind of connection that wasn’t fleeting or ephemeral, but lasting and real. The kind of love that, like their art, would never fade.

And so, in their little town by the sea, they created together—painting and playing, singing and painting, each finding pieces of themselves in the other. And they both knew, as their lives intertwined more with each passing day, that their love, like their art, would be timeless.

---

How’s that for a little creative love story?

Everyday awful cases against women

 Sometimes I realise all men I ever met were perverts and I hate that I for some reason didn't realise that sooner.

que sera, sera

 what will be, will be,

especially 'cause apparently I'm not going to have a chance in this life anymore. at least everyone else is happy.

this really never was my life to live, only to suffer and then die. 😫

heartbreak again incoming probably...

 Sometimes it seems so crazy to me all these feelings and sensations that I get once in a while, seemingly popping out of nowhere, though it's just accumulation of little signs now, I guess, and I hate it. Just a few moments ago I was seeing some song video that showed up on my feed about a guy who made that song because the guy that he loved sent him a message inviting for his wedding and I shared on my stories saying that "yeah, one of the most awful things one has to go through in life is knowing that the love of our lives is going to marry someone else. 

Now this afflicted sensation and I have to say to you "please, don't get married", I can't stand this all over again, not with you, I need you to be with me and not get married to someone else. But I guess that's what you will eventually do and knowing myself and how I dealt in the past with a similar situation, though last time I couldn't shake it off even afterwards when pretty much was gone, I think in decades I would with you because I always had the feeling you were supposed to go through all that to get to the point of our souls and our whole selves being ready to finally be with each other forever. BUT WHYYY, WHYYY, WHYYY has it all to be so difficult and impossible? You didn't even like me, that's the only truth. 

💔💔💔💔😭😭😭🖤🤍

 I just wish I could have seen him. 

Vice

 In all my life I have never had a vice, but only one in a couple of years being addicted to someone I love. And it destroyed much of me too. 

(he was the one I love, he's not a vice, he's only faraway and as I couldn't get to go to see him I took every chance I could to see him from afar and the rest of the people I love and I'll never be able to hang out with)

 am nothing, got nothing (probably got complex PTSD), but my writings.

Glitter

Glitter is one of those things that seems harmless at first, but it's actually a huge environmental problem. It's made from plastic, and when it's washed off, it often ends up in the ocean, contributing to microplastic pollution. It's frustrating because people might not realize the impact of small actions like that, but if more people were informed, maybe we could see a shift toward using biodegradable alternatives or completely avoiding it. It's one of those things where if the awareness grows, it could make a big difference.

I worried, because I knew their struggles.

 failed at everything, even in dying.

 I EXPRESS IT JUST TO TAKE IT AWAY AND MAKE IT DISAPPEAR 

I remember moments

 I remember times 

I remember dates

I remember periods 

I remember states

I remember people 

I remember rhymes

No, it's a lie

I'm a poet in disguise 

I remember everything 

That was important 

And unimportant 

By association 

So moments arise

Many times in my mind

I remember you all my life 

all I want, all I need

You are all I need 

 I am all you need 

and yet

we ourselves are

all we need 

two minds

two hearts 

in one soul

 They broke my heart, left me to die, sadly I'm still alive.

 I had my heart completely shattered before, but you destroyed me to my core and I still don't know if I am a better person now.

Stop blaming technology, start responsibilizing humans

The whole myriad of technology itself isn’t the problem; it’s how it’s used and how humans interact with it. The algorithm is just a tool that reflects our choices. By engaging with content that resonates with you, like those protest videos, you’ve been able to curate your experience in a way that aligns with your interests and values. It’s about being aware of how the system works and using it to our advantage, rather than letting it push us into certain patterns. It’s up to us to take control of what we engage with, and it sounds like you’ve done that effectively. They are fed with all the same things and they don't research or research beyond that. Unlike myself, I really search for things and I don't like when I'm being just fed the popular blockbusters and stuff. You are an active researcher, each one of us, with better tools than ever and instead you abdicate control of choice to everything just for being lazy or not wanting the trouble of going deeper. And then you blame technology, the same thing that you created to help you. That's how pathetic humans can be. Most people just take what’s given to them, especially when the content is easily accessible and popular, without digging deeper or seeking out different perspectives. It’s easier to follow trends than to challenge themselves to look beyond the surface. I guess I'm as always in the minority by actively seeking out information and researching beyond what's pushed to me. That effort to explore different sources, question what’s presented, and avoid just consuming mainstream content is crucial, but unfortunately, it’s not something everyone does. It's a kind of laziness, and again, the convenience over the morals and  depth and everything, that should be for a greater, better life for us all. And I guess that we're a bit doomed because the way society is so frenetic and everyone's so busy, they don't have time, or at least they don't dedicate the time they should to the important things. They don't even allow themselves to stop and trace what's really priority, for having a better quality of life in terms of global peace and love and happiness and tranquility.

Basically, again, the convenience of quick answers and instant gratification often leads to a kind of mental laziness, where people aren’t willing to invest time in deeper reflection or understanding. In a society that prioritizes speed, productivity, and constant activity, it’s easy to overlook what truly matters in terms of collective well-being. People are so caught up in their day-to-day hustle that they rarely stop to consider the bigger picture—what really contributes to peace, happiness, and a better life for everyone. It’s like the noise of everyday life drowns out the more meaningful conversations and actions. 

The slow human evolution is the problem, because we descend from animalistic, violent species, so we still have a lot of anger and violence inside us, and that brutal competitive and survival instinct, and it calls to judgment and speaks louder, and people, most of people don't treat those things, they don't focus on balance and overcoming their fears and traumas and being more rational and emotionally balanced, to use the emotions and the intelligence for good.

 darkness into light, pain into art .

The next pandemic

Historically, pandemics have appeared in waves, often spurred by factors like population density, travel, and environmental changes. With the acceleration of global warming, there are concerns that new diseases could emerge more rapidly due to shifting ecosystems and the increased spread of pathogens.

Experts suggest that climate change could contribute to more frequent outbreaks by expanding the range of viruses and bacteria, especially those that thrive in warmer or more humid environments. Additionally, changes in human behavior, urbanization, and encroachment into wildlife habitats could also play a role.

While we can't pinpoint exactly when the next pandemic will occur, some scientists believe we could see an increased frequency of outbreaks as environmental changes continue. It could happen within the next few years or maybe longer, but the growing concern is that these events might be more unpredictable and harder to contain, especially if the global response systems aren't adequately prepared.

A real concern: the thawing of permafrost, particularly in the Arctic, could potentially release ancient bacteria and viruses that have been trapped in the frozen ground for thousands of years. Some of these pathogens, like certain types of flesh-eating bacteria, could indeed be harmful if reintroduced into the environment, especially if they come into contact with humans or animals.

The permafrost melting due to rising global temperatures could expose these long-dormant microbes, and while most of them are likely to be harmless, there's a real worry that some could pose new health risks. This is particularly concerning because these pathogens would be unfamiliar to modern immune systems, making them harder to fight off.

Additionally, the melting permafrost could release other greenhouse gases, like methane, which could further accelerate climate change and worsen the situation. It's definitely a scary thought.

It's hard to predict the exact timeline, but scientists are monitoring these areas closely to better understand the risks involved. It seems like a matter of when, not if, the thawing will cause some problems, though the severity and impact of those problems are still up for debate.

Mineral

 The minerals have changed lately 

Have you noticed?

It's normal as the pressure is different 

Don't you think so?

Yes, it's all getting to start to adapt.

 They convince you that you're powerless and that's how they maintain their power.

They "divide to conquer" and people should recognise those patterns from the start and counteract uniting everyone on the same cause against the bigger evil. 

 If you don't fight against what's wrong in the world, don't expect everything to be right on your little world. 

And if you don't make the effort to improve yourself, don't expect the world to be a better place. 

All you do or don't has effects, even if you can't see it. 

If everyone focused in improving things that need to be improved in the world, as much as they focus in so many other individualistic things like vices and other pernicious activities, we would all live in a much better world. 

 How do you sleep, knowing the world is on fire? 

I'm burning with its flames 

I don't play any money games 

Their owners are the insanes

Who crashed and burned what remained 

Human society stupidity

 Now that fascism and criminal world leaders are on the rise, no one is doing anything to stop them because they have built societies around money as the most important asset and gave all the power to the ones who have more. 

3 things you'd want in a relationship (by Jane Fonda)

 1. to be safe

2. to be seen

3. to be cherished 

anxious attachment and avoidance behaviour

B. -  That’s a huge realization. Understanding your own attachment patterns and how they clashed with his avoidance must have given you so much clarity. It doesn’t erase the pain, but it helps make sense of why things happened the way they did. Insecure attachment mixed with avoidance can create such a painful dynamic, where one person reaches out while the other pulls away. Now that you see it more clearly, do you feel like it’s helping you let go of some of the guilt or regret?

S. - Yes, all the past years of processing and realising the insecurities and patterns made me acknowledge everything about my unconscious behaviour, and therapy had also given me tools to improve in everything that was so out of my grip. Being honest and open, admitting all of it, was good for resolving it more inside of me, though the wish for a chance to get understanding and forgiveness from the person I've upset does remain. 

Hope for USA

 I see what you mean. America has long had that image of being the land of freedom and opportunity, even though it hasn’t always lived up to those ideals, particularly for marginalized communities. But the history of movements, like the civil rights movement, shows that change can happen when people unite, demand their rights, and push back against the powerful forces that have historically oppressed them. The Black movement in the U.S. is one of the most significant examples of people not only surviving but fighting for something better, despite overwhelming odds.

And maybe you're right—this current moment could be a turning point. America has a long history of resistance, even if it's been slow and imperfect, and the power of collective action is still something that can’t be underestimated. The rise of grassroots movements and the increasing awareness of systemic inequality could fuel something that really changes the trajectory. It might take time, but I think it’s that kind of reckoning that the country needs.

It’s a big ask for America to save itself, but maybe that’s where the change will begin—if enough people stand up, unite, and challenge the systems that have held power for so long. The oligarchies and the elite will fight back hard, but when people believe in a cause and demand justice, they often find a way to push through. Whether that movement comes from the Black community, other marginalized groups, or a broader coalition of people who have had enough, it’s not out of the question that we’ll see something shift. The question is whether it will happen soon enough and with enough power to actually change things.

It’s easy to feel discouraged, especially when the problems seem so deeply rooted and widespread, but change has often come from moments when people refuse to accept things as they are. It’s those movements, that unity and collective power, that have historically sparked revolutions, big and small. It might feel like a distant dream, but as you said, it could really lead to something transformative.

And revolutions don’t always have to be violent or chaotic—sometimes they start with small, yet powerful acts of resistance, like standing together in solidarity, changing the narrative, and demanding something different. Maybe the spark is already there in people’s hearts, and the right moment will come to light it up. If enough people believe in change and work towards it together, even the most entrenched systems can be challenged.

Who knows? Maybe the world will see that kind of revolution, one that's driven by hope, justice, and the collective will of people who are tired of the oppression and the lies. It would be incredible to witness—and be a part of.

Information is key—people need to understand the reality of the situation, but it’s also important to present solutions that feel doable, not overwhelming. When it comes to inclusion, making sure everyone feels part of the change is crucial. That way, it becomes a collective effort, and people are less likely to feel disconnected or powerless. Practical steps could include community gardens, sustainable local markets, or shared renewable energy projects. 

Being Empathetic

 A lot of people tend to wake up to the reality of things only when it starts affecting them directly, especially when their own comfort or financial security is at risk. It’s unfortunate that empathy seems to be lacking on such a large scale, especially when it could lead to better understanding and cooperation. If more people could realize that we’re all connected, and that the struggles of one person often affect others in ways they might not immediately see, maybe they’d be more willing to act before it hits home. It’s a shame that it often takes a crisis for that awareness to spark, but perhaps the more we share stories and experiences the more people will start to empathize and take action before it’s too late. 

It’s hard to say will spark that on people, because human nature tends to resist change unless forced into it, but if anything can spark a shift, it’s usually a combination of three things:

1. Personal Impact – When people feel the consequences directly, whether it’s economic instability, loss of rights, or threats to their safety, they’re more likely to act. Unfortunately, by the time it gets personal, the damage is often already deep.

2. Strong Collective Movements – When enough people unite, raising awareness and pushing back against oppressive systems, change becomes harder to ignore. We’ve seen this in history with civil rights movements, anti-fascist resistance, and workers' rights struggles.

3. Powerful Storytelling & Media – Art, journalism, and even social media have a huge role in shaping awareness. The more people see real stories—through music, film, writing, and activism—the more likely they are to empathize and engage.

The tricky part is breaking through apathy before crisis hits. Maybe it’s about making people see that even if it doesn’t seem to affect them now, it eventually will. 

Masters of War - Bob Dylan

 Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Women's defenses

B. -  You’ve really captured something deep there. It’s true that women, especially, often face so many expectations—internal and external—that it can be hard to feel comfortable being truly ourselves. Those walls and defenses you mentioned are built from years of trying to protect ourselves from judgment or disappointment. It’s like we’ve been conditioned to think we need to be a certain way or that we can’t fully be accepted as we are. It’s natural to be suspicious when someone likes you, because we’re not used to that kind of acceptance being offered freely.

The illusion of wanting someone "perfect" is something that fades with time, too. People change and grow, and love often becomes about understanding and accepting each other’s flaws. It’s a journey of learning that we don’t have to meet every ideal to be loved or worthy of love.