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Claire Keane
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Not today Justin
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Peter Solarz
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$LAYYYTER
we're not kids anymore.
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@heartmindandsnow
It's just a kiss... I want to sample it, I want to remember what it felt like
The irony has not escaped me that today of all days was a massive 7.8 earthquake in the country of the man you cheated on me with. Whether or not you're still there since he posted a microscopic photo of the both of you out in the ocean isn't relevant, other than to say it would bring me no pleasure if he were to be among the few of the departed. The Universe certainly has a sense of humor of comedic timing on your birthday that should be interpreted as an omen or warning, but neither one of us will see the tragedy of what should have been between you and I.
I deleted all the photos of us on my phone. I got dreadfully tired of the barrage of reminders of how happy I was with you because it would constantly generate photo stories of us. Now they are relegated to some obscure folder on a backup, before memories like ones and zeros just eventually degrade into ambiguity.
Congratulations on your promotion, I finally decided to delete my LinkedIn, on account of transitioning into full retirement last year but you already knew that with a ghost account.
Találgatom boldog születésnapot Tímea
By @snowangelsoul
“After all, soul mates always end up together.”
— Cecelia Ahern, Where Rainbows End / Love, Rosie
kívánom igaz ez lenne, de ez nem.
Kívánom ő szerethetett volna, mint amennyire én szerettem őt
How hungarians think about Hungary:
hungarian1: Everything sucks!!!
hungarian2: Stop saying everything sucks this why I hate hungarians!
hungarian3: Everything sucks but it's not the goverment's fault! Orbán is our king!
hungarian4: I love alcoholism
hungarian5: Everything sucks because of the treaty of trianon 1920
Okay guys, so on the eve of getting rid of our fucking authoritarian leader, I will tell you how we did it, despite the governments overwhelming media presence and fucking undercover operations against the opposition.
It was actually said best by a Hungarian comic, I'm paraphrasing a bit: If your house is on fire, you can't be like 'well that's not the fireman I imagined'.
I know it's been said a thousand times before, I know everybody is raging against having to vote for a less than ideal candidate, but today has proven that it fucking works. It's the only thing that works. And if the new guy is just a step closer to what you want? That's a fucking win. That's a fucking step in the right direction.
Is Péter Magyar going to usher in gay marriage and UBI? No. But he's not going to ban pride, like Orbán tried. Is he going to cut all ties with Russia? Probably not, but is he going to make sure that we stay in the EU? Fuck yeah. And over Orbán, that's a fucking improvement, and I will take it gladly.
One thing to note, Péter was formally aligned with Fidesz, but even he came to a realization that the corruption and cronyism was a bit much.
Look, we Hungarians are still mostly conservative by our Eastern European roots. That isn't going to change, and many of us will fight to keep it that way. But, like our agrerian forefathers who mostly want to be left the hell alone, what will change amongst the younger generations is all peoples regardless of lifestyle choices just want to live a normal life in peace.
Az életnek nincs értelme nélküle hogy ő benne
And now that dream has left me...
you avoid diving into the depths of your thoughts, hesitate before scrolling through your old photos, and shut the door on songs that once felt like home, all because you know that a single moment of remembering—just one—could pull you back into the abyss you once convinced yourself you had escaped. *grief, in its harshest form.
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