TeeKay🙃

I survived mahn, I survived

You pathetic soul, All you’re good for is being kept around for two—maybe three— And if the universe wants a longer laugh, five seconds, And then you’re left like a rag. So sad, So lonely, So dejected— Poor lonely soul. Find me 2026

When are you going to learn? When are you going to accept your fate? When are you going to give up? When are you going to let go? When are you going to stop trying?

Always given a taste of something good, Always given just the scent of something sweet, Just a whiff of care and happiness— Then just like that, it’s taken away, As if the universe were playing a prank.

Poor lonely soul, Ultimately, you’re all alone— And you know that. You always knew that. Funny how you thought you had already escaped You clown. You aren’t built for people. You aren’t built for love. You aren’t built for affection. You’re meant to be alone, And sad, And lonely

Omoo I don dey miss my lecturers and my babe 🥲. Make we resume

Not all this winning something at the expense of something else. Not having to force smiles and laughs when I know there’s something I lost. Then I start feeling sad when I’m all alone. Feeling like I've been winning little but losing a lot. Findme 2026

Why can’t I win them all? “Win some, lose some” — bullshit. Half-wins have me feeling like I failed. I mean, I just crushed that, but I’m still sitting in my room all alone— sad, defeated, drained, unfulfilled. For once, I just want to be totally happy.

I go just open this app next thing person don tweet about my current situation

There's a way you'll like someone, and you just know you're finished 😭

Me realizing I chose a career where someone’s life might actually depend on my decisions…

You know that feeling when you see someone and your heart skips a beat?? Yeah, that's arrhythmia. You can die from that.

NiMSA MAK HW, 20th to 24th. Let’s see.

Lock in! Lock in! Lock in!

You smell like peace— because every time I breathe you in, I feel all my burdens fall away. Calling it a breath of fresh air would be an understatement.

And your hugs… so heavenly they could heal the sick. The way you bury your head in my chest— I know you hear my heartbeat racing. That gentle squeeze from your tiny hands somehow carries the biggest comfort.

There’s this look on your face when you sleep that makes me jealous— what could you possibly be dreaming about to look that peaceful? I want to be the only one who makes you look like that.

And when you fall asleep beside me, it’s the most peaceful thing to watch— your hair all over the place, you somehow taking up all the space even though you’re as small as a tequila shot.

So big that every time I see it, I just want to plant a kiss on it. Five-foot-something, a dark glass of perfection, with a smile so gorgeous you look like something straight out of a fairytale.

I could hear drums in my head, a rhythm only angels could play— and that’s when I knew: you ARE an angel. Then there’s that forehead— that little vein that shows when I get on your nerves, or when you throw your cute little tantrums.

It all paused, just to marvel at beauty in its purest form. Piercing dark brown eyes, staring straight into my soul, woke something I thought I had buried inside me for good. It felt like Jesus Christ calling Lazarus out of the tomb.