“Mindig tudok mindent, csak szeretem játszani a hülyét, hogy lássam az emberek hazudnak-e.”
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“Mindig tudok mindent, csak szeretem játszani a hülyét, hogy lássam az emberek hazudnak-e.”
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“Ne hagyd, hogy azért ne legyen önbizalmad, mert olyan emberek vesznek körül, akik nem értékelnek.”
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i care. i always care. that's my problem
Hányingerem van a sok képmutatástól, az emberek nem tudják mit jelent őszintének lenni.
Time always exposes what you mean to someone.
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Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.
Eric Thomas
Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake and help us see we are worth so much more than we’re settling for.
Mandy Hale
“Remember, being yourself is the only way to find out who truly cares and loves you for you.”
— TheGoodVibe
Love is the only force that can turn a house into a home.
Normalize removing yourself instead of matching their energy to fit in.
the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible
I understand old men sitting on porches staring at an empty field more now than ever.
39?
39. Favourite poem?
I’m not much into poetry but Milk & Honey by Rupi Kaur always hits different