u/Own-Historian-423

Hi! I’m currently looking for someone who can develop a website for our organization within approximately three weeks.

For the initial deadline, we need to have one(1) vital feature fully integrated by the end of this month, as this is particularly important and time-sensitive for our organization. After that, I can provide more flexibility regarding the timeline for integrating the remaining features and completing the website.

If you’re interested, please send me your rates, portfolio, relevant experience, and other information that may help us assess your suitability for the project.

I would also like to emphasize that confidentiality is extremely important to us. The materials and information that will be incorporated into the website are sensitive and crucial to our organization, so we would require strict confidentiality throughout the development process.

Thank you, and I look forward to hearing from you!

smoked a few cigarettes, had a cup of spanish latte, cried a bit, then suppressed it. care to join me as i wind down? call me and let's spend the hours wondering whether people like us were ever meant to belong in this world. i'll ask how you've been, and i hope you'll tell me the truth; the kind that aches, the kind you've been hiding. then you'll ask me the same, and i'll answer without softening a single edge.

we'll sit with everything we've been too afraid to say out loud, letting the silence carry what words no longer can. and when morning finally arrives, we'll disappear into it together, as if we were only ever passing through the night.

too blue lately, spiraling and wondering when the next train is gonna come. i'd sing to u but sadness has settled where the melodies used to live. help me find my whimsy again, maybe it's hidden in ur pockets tucked between old receipts and forgotten things? i hope ur kind and sound like somewhere quiet. im overstimulated lately, let's wind down together.

there is a peculiar kind of loneliness in realizing that when life finally places something beautiful in your hands; a victory hard-earned, a dream slowly unfolding; you pause not because you do not know how to celebrate, but because you do not know who to run to. who do i call when my heart is too full for silence? who do i reach for when joy arrives, only to find that there is no one waiting on the other side to receive it?

sometimes i wonder why i always end up attracting people who are not ready for me; not ready for my dreams, my intensity, my ambition, or the version of me that refuses to shrink herself to make others comfortable. it's a strange kind of loneliness to work so hard, achieve so much, and still feel like you have nowhere to place your happiness.

i have become so fluent in the language of disappointment, rejection, and heartbreak that i never stopped to wonder what it would feel like to be met with the same devotion with which i pursue my dreams: to be seen in my entirety, celebrated in my becoming, and chosen not despite the fire within me, but because of it. and perhaps the deepest sorrow is not that people leave or fail to understand me, but that after every goodbye, i still find myself believing that the next person might finally possess the courage to stay.

perhaps this is the price i have to pay for refusing to become smaller, quieter, or less ambitious than i am. perhaps the cost of dreaming boldly and loving deeply is learning how to carry both achievement and loneliness at the same time. there are moments when i wonder whether every milestone i reach only widens the distance between me and the people i wish i could share it with.

still, i persist. i continue to dream with reckless hope, to achieve with quiet determination, and to become with unwavering faith. perhaps one day, i will encounter souls who do not mistake my ambition for distance or my brilliance for intimidation—people who will stay long enough to hold my joy with me and stand beside me at the milestones i fought so hard to reach.

hi, how's your day? i’m about to write thousands of letters appreciating everyone i’ve met because apparently i’m a dangerously sentimental person. pls help me survive this through a call. we can talk about anything, or honestly just exist silently while i spiral into gratitude and emotional damage.

henlo! how's your monday? been trying to sleep, but i guess my body’s gotten too used to staying up late. so, we can talk about anything, or we could just exist silently while doing our own thing. i'm comfy by myself, but i admit there’s a certain gentleness in knowing someone else is awake beneath the same quiet night. you do not have to be your best self with me, i would still recognize you even in pieces.

pls send an intro because i don't respond to hi/hello's. this is a call thing; it's comforting that way. you can start by telling me something about your day that stayed with you.

henlo, i need someone to co-work with tonight. i'm too anxious and can't focus rn. we can talk about anything, or we could just exist quietly. this is a call thing, that's why i don't respond to hi/hello's so give me something at least.

hi, how are you? i hope life's been treating you well. i would really appreciate someone's company tonight. we can talk about anything, or we could just exist silently while doing our own thing. i can also lend an ear if you wanna share about anything. it could just be a gentle exchange of stories and stillness. also, i prefer calls.

it’s been two years since i lost you. in those years, life carried me through both gentle days and unbearable ones. for the most part, i laughed louder than i thought i could, wandered into places far beyond my comfort zone, and learned how to survive rooms that once terrified me. there was beauty in that becoming, even if it came from ruin. for the longest time, i convinced myself that solitude was freedom. i wore independence like armor, believing that being alone meant i was healing. only later did i realize i had simply made a home out of the loneliest corner of grief — denial. i kept moving, but some part of me was standing still, waiting for a version of us that no longer existed.

i wish i had everything figured out by now. i wish i could still tell you about the ordinary parts of my day; the little things that only ever mattered because you listened. sometimes i still catch myself reaching for thoughts i can no longer send to you. i suppose that is what hindsight is: love with nowhere left to go. and yet, despite everything, i am grateful we parted ways. because somewhere between losing you and losing myself, i discovered i was capable of resurfacing. i learned that strength is not always loud; sometimes it is simply waking up and continuing on. without our ending, i would never have known the depth of my own resilience, nor the quiet power of standing tall after drowning.

some people leave, but the shape of them remains in the life they once touched. perhaps that is what you are now; not mine anymore, but a chapter i carry gently.

the world became a little brighter on the day it gained you. happiest birthday, to my almost.