Overthinking Stories

Jude's pov of overthinking how sharpness are behaves around him Cover art is not mine. I found it on Pinterest and couldn't find the original artist. If you are the artist and want credit or removal, please contact me

Fifteen year old Kaylee has spent most of her life trying to survive- raised by addicted abusive parents and forgotten by her brother who were taken years ago. Now they're back, Grown. Determined to bring her back home. But home isn't a word Kaylee believes in anymore.

A poetry collection by Krystel Ariana, written through self-doubt, love, loss, and the quiet struggles of growing up. This is an entry of my life to remind me and you that it's okay to let your feelings spill onto the page instead of keeping them buried. A safe place for feelings to rest. These poems were written not to be beautiful, but to make every second breathable.

Hayashi Nozomi carries a name everyone fears - the daughter of a villain. Haunted by her past, burdened by perfectionism, she struggles to trust anyone... until Katsuki Bakugou refuses to see her as anything but herself. In a school full of heroes, can she find the strength to wield her quirk without losing herself? In a world that wants her to fail, will she learn to trust someone again? Or will the weight of her own perfectionism and past keep her trapped in the shadows forever? "You think I care who your parents are? You're you. That's what matters." The rigths of the Mha storyline belong to Kohei Horikoshi only. Only my Oc is my own idea and everything that doesn't happen during the manga.

In a world that rewards noise, she chose silence... and slowly started disappearing. Between fake smiles, unspoken feelings, and love that wasn't enough, she kept staying. Even when she knew she shouldn't.

Some feelings don't come with a reason. You can be having a completely normal day- laughing, scrolling, talking like everything is fine... and then, suddenly, something feels off. Not loud. Not obvious. Just... heavy. This isn't a story with characters or a perfect plot. It's a collection of thoughts-raw, quiet, and honest. The kind of thoughts you don't say out loud. The kind you don't even fully understand yourself. If you've ever: felt sad without knowing why, overthought something simple until it felt real, or felt alone even when people were around- this might feel a little too close. You won't find perfect answers here. But maybe... you'll feel understood. - Nobody talks about this.

"ආදරෙයි! මෙච්චරක්, අච්චරක්, අර තරම් මේ තරම් කියන්න බැරි තරම් " 26:04:17 sheshelleyes 🖋️

Irys is just a teen trying to survive highschool, he sleeps way too much and overthinks everything. Aleksander is also a teen who loves to smoke and sarcasm is the only language he uses. But under all the sharp remarks and hours of overthinking there is something else. What will happend when both of them will keep on causing trouble? read to find out ! (I do not own the cover photo !)

It started with a glance. From the last bench... to the first. In a classroom full of noise, I noticed him-the quiet one. The one who never turned back... until he did. What started as stolen glances turned into something I couldn't explain. Little moments. Silent signals. Unspoken feelings. And just when I thought I understood it all- anonymous messages started appearing. Messages that knew too much. Messages that made me question everything. Was it him? Or was I just imagining a story that never existed? Because in this classroom... everyone seems to know something I don't."

We often fall for people we were never meant to have. People who feel close... yet completely out of reach. People we know will never look at us the same way. And still- the heart doesn't listen. Even the loudest, most fearless people find themselves hesitating, overthinking, losing words they never run out of. That's how it was for me. He was never a stranger. He was someone I had known my whole life- someone older, someone familiar, someone I never thought twice about. Until one trip changed everything... quietly. Not in a moment. Not in a confession. But in the silence he left behind- and the feelings I was never supposed to have. Because he never saw me that way. And no matter how much I tried- my heart never listened. --- ⚠️ Warnings Age gap Unrequited love slow burn heavy angst

She didn't fall in love with him. She fell in love with the version of him she created in her mind. It started with a road trip. A few shared moments. Some small gestures that felt like everything. They never called it love. They never gave it a name. But somewhere between late-night conversations and unspoken expectations, Meera began to believe in something that was never really there. And by the time she realized the truth- it was already too late. Because sometimes, the most beautiful stories are the ones that never actually happened. } © Khushi Gullane All rights reserved. This story is an original work. Do not copy, reproduce, or distribute without permission

She doesn't hate herself... she just doesn't know how to love herself either. In a world where everyone seems confident, loud, and sure of who they are, she feels like a blur-someone people look past without noticing. After going through things she never talks about, she starts to question everything-her worth, her voice, even her own reflection. She craves something so simple, yet so rare-someone to look at her and say, "You're enough. You're pretty. You matter." But what happens when the only validation she's searching for... slowly starts to break her even more? She doesn't want grand gestures or perfect love. She just wants someone who looks at her-really looks-and tells her she's pretty without her having to ask.

A collection of quiet thoughts, hidden feelings, and unspoken words 🌙✨ These poems are pieces of a heart learning, breaking🖤 From growing in fragments to dreaming beyond reach, every verse carries a story that was never said out loud. If you've ever felt unheard, lost in your own thoughts, or found comfort in silence...this space is for you . - LunaJade

Aadhya did everything right-studied, tried, waited. But two years later, she's still stuck. Not because she has no choices... But because every choice feels too heavy to make. While everyone else moves forward, she's left questioning herself, her path, and her pace. This isn't a story about having it all figured out. It's about feeling lost, overthinking everything... and learning to move forward anyway. Sometimes, you're not behind. You're just still becoming.

A comfort book for those who needs it. It will find you when you need it. A little effort to make it a little easier for you. Just have a look, maybe it will be worth it.

I'm just gonna write about this girl in my class that I'm genuinely DYING over and she's also my friend so I'm just gonna write about our backstory and our daily interactions or just random things about her. This is basically a diary where I'm pouring all my feelings out. (I'll probably unpublish this later idk)

A collection of poems and quiet reflections, written in the hours when the world sleeps and the heart begins to speak louder. These pieces wander through love, pain, healing, and the emotions we carry within us-those rarely spoken, but deeply felt.

Poetic philosophical aphorisms with unique perspective all in one. #DarkAcademia #Philosophy #Aphorisms #Cynicism #Misanthrope

𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

"Maybe she was never behind. Maybe she was just... becoming." Vasudha Saini lives a life of constant switching between deadlines and drafts, between expectation and exhaustion, between what she feels and what she is allowed to show. By day, she is a junior copywriter at a high-pressure Gurgaon agency, where words are currency and emotions are considered inefficiency. By night, she returns to a silence she has known since childhood a silence shaped not by absence of love, but by the weight of it. She grew up in a home where conflict once had a loud noise, and now exists only as distance. What was once quite arguments , ugly fights has turned into quiet resistance between her parents and controlling grandmother a lifelong tension that taught Vasudha how to shrink before she ever learned how to speak freely. In a world that moves too fast for hesitation, she learns to survive by being small. Until she begins to question whether survival is enough. A story about emotional inheritance, quiet ambition, and learning to exist without shrinking. And somewhere in the background of her carefully controlled life a quiet stranger begins to make her question everything she thought she understood about space, silence, and herself.