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Real Vibes, New York, NY (2025)

07/11/2025

Ernest Hemingway once said,
"In our darkest hours, we don't need advice."
What we really need is the power of human connection: a calm presence, a gentle touch, or the smallest gesture that reminds us that we are not alone. These acts of love and solidarity become the anchor that keeps us stable when life feels overwhelming.
Pain is a deeply personal burden, and adversity is uniquely ours to face—but your silent presence tells me that I don't have to face it in isolation. It's a quiet reminder that, no matter how lost I feel, I am still worthy of love and connection.
Sometimes, words are not necessary; your silent support speaks louder than anything else. Love, in its purest form, has the power to help us rediscover ourselves, even when we forget who we are.
Let's remember the importance of being there for each other. ♥️

07/11/2025

A Part of Me Died"
It didn’t kill me, but something changed,
A piece of me lost, forever estranged.
I walked away, yet not the same,
A shadowed soul, a quiet flame.
That day took part of who I was,
Left me searching, without cause.
I carry on, but feel the void,
A heart once whole, now destroyed.
It didn’t end me, but I’m not whole—
An echo remains, deep in my soul.
I’m here, I breathe, but truth denied—
A part of me, that day, quietly died.

07/11/2025

When Noah was born, doctors told his young father, Ben, who had Down syndrome, that he wouldn’t be able to raise a child.
That he wouldn’t understand feeding schedules.
That he wouldn’t know how to comfort a crying baby.
That he wouldn’t be enough.
But Ben didn’t listen.
He held his newborn close, kissed his forehead, and whispered,
“I may not know everything… but I know how to love you.”
And love him he did.
Ben fed him with shaking hands, learned lullabies by humming, and rocked him every night until the sun rose. He worked part-time folding napkins at a local diner — saving every penny for Noah’s future.
There were stares. Whispers.
Other parents asked, “Is he… the father?”
Ben would just smile and nod proudly.
“He’s my son. My best friend.”
Noah grew. Ben aged.
Years passed like pages in a quiet book.
Noah became a man. Strong, kind, successful. People would say,
“You turned out so well.”
He’d reply,
“Because I was raised by someone who only saw the world with love.”
As Ben got older, his memory began to fade. He’d forget where he put things. Then names. Then Noah’s.
And one day, he looked into Noah’s eyes and asked,
“Are you my friend?”
Noah held his hand and whispered,
“I’m your boy. The one you raised. The one you gave everything to.”
Now, Noah feeds him. Helps him walk. Hums lullabies when Ben can’t sleep.
He’s not just caring for his father.
He’s repaying the man who raised him… twice.
And when they take pictures now, Noah smiles wide.
Because the world sees an old man with Down syndrome and his adult son.
But he sees his hero.
His teacher.
His heart.

07/06/2025

HOW CAN I MAKE THE AVOIDANT WANT ME AGAIN??

07/04/2025

I'm not single.
I'm not taken.
I'm just waiting in the wing waiting for someone who truly deserves my heart, someone who will appreciate my value, my love, and matches my energy. I’m not compromising, running after, begging for attention. I’m waiting for the kind of connection that is real, respectful, enduring. Until then, I’m doing me, and I’m growing and I’m healing and I’m protecting my peace,” she added. Because my heart isn’t for anyone — it’s for the one who is willing to dive in with me and hold onto it with tenderness.
Neena Gupta.
ⓒ Love Is An Emotion of Strong Affection

07/04/2025

When asked to reveal her beauty secrets, famous actress wrote this poem, which was read at her funeral:
To have attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
To have beautiful eyes, look at what beautiful people have in them.
To stay lean, share your meals with those who are hungry.
To have good hair, let a child pass his hand every day.
To be well maintained, walk knowing that you are never alone, because those who love you and have loved you accompany you.
People, more than objects, need to be repaired, pampered, cheered and saved: never reject anyone.
Think about it: If you ever need a supportive hand, you'll find one at the end of each arm.
As you grow older, you will realize that you have two hands, one to help yourself, the other to help those in need.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, her face or the way she fixes her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because it is the open door in her heart, the source of her love.
💭 the beauty of a woman is not in her makeup, but in the true beauty of her soul. This is the tenderness he gives, the love, the passion he expresses.
The beauty of a woman develops with age.
Echoes of Insight

07/04/2025

EXCELLENT WRITING BY GABRIEL GARCÍA MARQUEZ

If you're attracted to a woman
by the size of her breasts,
her waist, or her hips,
you're mistaken.

If what you value most in a woman is her facial features,
the color of her eyes, the length of her legs,
or how she looks in a miniskirt,
you're still mistaken.

A is her attitude,
her personality, the way she treats you and looks at you,
her laughter and her silences.

A woman is her intelligence, her rebelliousness,
her dedication, her generosity, her ability to do several things simultaneously, her quirks.

The best thing about a woman isn't her body, it's what's inside:
Her humor, her wit, her courage, her way of thinking... A real man,
an intelligent man,
falls in love with things others can't even imagine.
That man can see what others can't even imagine exists.
And that, my friends, has a reward...
And it's called happiness.

07/03/2025

I'm not desperate to be in a relationship — I’ve learned the value of peace, of healing, of learning to love myself first. But I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss the feeling of being loved in return. I miss the warmth that comes with having someone who genuinely cares, someone who checks in just to see if I’ve eaten, who makes texting me good morning and calling me goodnight a habit — not a chore.
I miss the kind of connection where you don’t have to beg to be seen or heard. Someone who notices when I’m a little quieter than usual and holds me close instead of pulling away. Someone who accepts the parts of me I don’t always show the world — the insecurities, the scars, the flaws — and loves me because of them, not in spite of them.
I miss the butterflies. The random forehead kisses. The laughter over inside jokes. The comfort of having a person to lean on after a long day. The comfort in knowing that, no matter how chaotic life gets, there’s someone in my corner who’s mine — and I’m theirs. Someone who chooses me every day, not just when it's convenient.
I’m not in a rush, but I do long for that deep, real kind of love. The kind that brings peace, not confusion. Effort, not excuses. I don’t want perfect — just intentional. Someone who sees me, values me, and makes loving me feel like the easiest thing in the world.

07/03/2025

You didn’t break my heart.
You broke the illusion I had of you.
The version of you I created
while ignoring the version that kept showing up. I kept painting over red flags with softer colors.

Kept rewriting your actions
into a love story that only I was living. Kept hoping that if I just loved harder, you’d eventually meet me there. But the truth is— you were never coming. You were standing still, while I was sprinting toward a future you never asked for. And now I see it clearly. You didn’t abandon me. You were never fully in. You just let me carry it all—
the effort, the love, the hope— until I ran out of strength and finally put it down. So no, you didn’t break my heart.

You broke the version of reality I built to justify your inability to show up. And in a strange way,
I’m thankful. Because now I don’t have to wonder. Now I can finally stop waiting. Now I can finally choose me.

Marilyn Rojas

07/03/2025

She sat at the back and they said she was
shy
She led from the front and they hated her
pride
They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance
They branded her loud then were shocked by her silence

When she shared no ambition, they said it was
sad
So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad
They told her they’d listen then covered their
ears
And gave her a hug whilst they laughed at her
fears

And she listened to all of it thinking she
should
Be the girl they told her to be best as she
could
But one day she asked what was best for
herself
Instead of trying to please everyone
else

So she walked to the forest and stood with the
trees
She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves
And she spoke to the willow, the elm and the
pine
And she told them what she’d been told time after time

She told them she felt she was never enough
She was either too little or far, far too much
Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak
Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek

Then she found a small clearing surrounded by
firs
And she stopped and she heard what the trees said to her
And she sat there for hours not wanting to
leave
For the forest said nothing, it just let her

breathe

💚💚💚

07/01/2025

"Later" becomes "too late."
- Talk to you later.
- I'll call you later.
- See you later.
- We'll walk later.
-I'll tell you later.
We leave everything for later, but forget that "later" does not belong to us.
Later, our loved ones are no longer with us.
Later, we don't hear them and we don't see them.
Later, they are just memories.
Later, the day becomes night, the force becomes helpless,
the smile becomes a grimace, and life becomes death.
"Later" becomes "too late."
✍🏻: Meghna Bhatt
📷: Unknown

07/01/2025

I've decided that my time with you is over. Honestly, I can no longer offer you my love, only my complaints and reproaches. I'm exhausted.
I no longer want to be in a relationship that causes me anguish, that robs me of my peace and happiness. Today I know that our relationship no longer fit reality. I idealized you, I dreamed of you many times, I believed you were different, but I was wrong.
There were too many opportunities to cling to the memory of what we once were and to a future with you.
Today I close this chapter and let you go...
I know that love isn't something you ask for, much less something you should force. Today I'm leaving this relationship to focus on the most important relationship I must have: The relationship with myself. 🌻🦋🌻

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